He quickly returned the hug, stiffly, although he was making an effort to relax into it. He wasn't big on hugs even before his accident, so it was usually a somewhat awkward experience with him. Hugging Ana, of course, was all well and good; he just had to get used to normalcy again.
With a slight grin, he sat down across from his sister and glanced around for their server. Now that Ana was here, she could order the wine... Yes, Rex made his sister order the wine. She was the one who was married to a French baron, after all.
Ana speaking brought his attention back to the table. The server could wait.
"A housewarming present?" That was unexpectedly domestic. Then again... This was sort of his first real home, he supposed. College housing didn't count, and neither did army. Or MARS's underwater base. Or the Barge.
...
Well. This innocent gift was certainly putting things into a strange sort of perspective. Rex took the package, inspecting it for a moment, as though he could see through the wrapping paper and discern its contents. Then, he carefully started to pull at the bows and pick at the seams of the wrapping. Where others ripped packages open with abandon, Rex was the sort to keep as much of the paper preserved as possible.
He slid the wooden... plaque?... out of the paper and flipped it over in his hands to get a better look at it.
"Cobra's..." Rex stopped, let out a laugh, and gave his sister a crooked grin. "And here I thought France took care of your kitsch problem. Iago's going to hate this you know." Which meant that it was totally going in the bedroom. "Thanks."
USING THIS MF ICON BECAUSE I CAN
With a slight grin, he sat down across from his sister and glanced around for their server. Now that Ana was here, she could order the wine... Yes, Rex made his sister order the wine. She was the one who was married to a French baron, after all.
Ana speaking brought his attention back to the table. The server could wait.
"A housewarming present?" That was unexpectedly domestic. Then again... This was sort of his first real home, he supposed. College housing didn't count, and neither did army. Or MARS's underwater base. Or the Barge.
...
Well. This innocent gift was certainly putting things into a strange sort of perspective. Rex took the package, inspecting it for a moment, as though he could see through the wrapping paper and discern its contents. Then, he carefully started to pull at the bows and pick at the seams of the wrapping. Where others ripped packages open with abandon, Rex was the sort to keep as much of the paper preserved as possible.
He slid the wooden... plaque?... out of the paper and flipped it over in his hands to get a better look at it.
"Cobra's..." Rex stopped, let out a laugh, and gave his sister a crooked grin. "And here I thought France took care of your kitsch problem. Iago's going to hate this you know." Which meant that it was totally going in the bedroom. "Thanks."