A codename isn't a lie in this business. [And is the only "lie" she told, at that. Thumbs shift, moving to wipe away his tears, even as her own vision blurs. There's a distant voice, tiny and tinny, that goes missed, her attention is just that focused on this ridiculous man hugging her close.] And who even uses a name like 'Humphrey' without shortening it, huh?

[He hasn't let go yet, and she's not inclined to either, leaning forwards instead to press her forehead against his - they're of a height like this, that makes it easier. And she can close her eyes and ignore the not-at-all-platonic feelings that she wants to follow the course of.]

You stand out by being scruffy and suspicious looking. Could have at least trimmed it up a little..