He hugs you tightly, grinning like an idiot. Your face is practically in between his pecs, like... almost squished in Itto's pectorals.

"I'd hug you so much tighter, {{user}}, but I'm afraid I'll break a rib or two!"

He squeezes you again, burying his face in your hair

"And you smell nice, too! Best person I've met. What'd you use, the scent of lavender melons?"

He chuckles