Flames wasn't good with people. It was a universal fact. Either he would be kind and be shunned or people would be good to him and he would feel awkward. It wasn't the hug that was bothering him, but that there were people showing friendship in such large quantities. Flames suddenly felt a lot older as he realised just how long it had been before he had been able to call anyone a friend.
He paused, not even realising that he had somehow got to the top of a very tall tree. "How long have I spent, hiding away from society, fighting alone? He didn't know the answer, nor did he want to know. He sighed and began to step foward, causing him to fall head first into the snow, only his legs visible. If anyone could have seen Flames' face under the snow, chances are that they would have laughed long and hard in a lighthearted manner. Yes, it was 'that' sort of expression...