He's not sure what he expected, going here, but not a single word being said before he's gently pulled into a hug isn't bad. In fact, it makes it so very easy to actually let himself be pulled out of his curled up pose where he was leaning against the headboard, balancing a little awkwardly.

Makes it really easy to relax and wrap his arms around the waist that's right there and this should probably be weird. Maybe it'll feel stranger later, but at the moment Cloud can just lay there and slowly let the tension disappear, staring unfocused somewhere between a pale arm and the opposite wall before he closes his eyes.

It smells of nothing more but slightly dusty cloth, soap and a faint hint of mako. Maybe the last shouldn't make anything better, but at least it doesn't make it worse, and mako doesn't smell like smoke and burning meat.