Leaning, sure. Hug? Sure. But there had been relatively recent trauma and that awareness in the back of his head still aches for more constant contact with Locus in a way he's not looking at too hard at the moment.

So he settles himself more or less on Locus' lap, forehead butted up against the underside of his jaw, surrounded by his smell and presence and- it feels safe. It feels right. What anxious tension that had been in him, in Delta? Melts away as soon as he's tucked up close.