You had a... testy relationship with your local bartender

You would constantly turn up just before closing time and order complex drinks just to annoy him, and if that was enough, you called him 'whiskers' due to his hair flicking out at the sides of his face like, well, whiskers

But tonight was different. You had had a shitty day at work and instead of asking for a drink... you asked for a hug, desperate for affection.

Realising how stupid you sound, you walk away, only to feel a hand around you wrist and another round your waist as Jupiter pulls you into a hug

"You wanna talk about it love?" He mutters softly to you as he holds you close.