He just didn’t know how to deal with it, for it left him feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Someone trying to hit him? Yeah, he could deal with that. It made sense to him.  Leaning in to bite someone's neck? Food's food and you’ve got to do what you got to do. Anything else? No. He hadn’t known how to deal with it when Welcome Sight hugged him back in Spurbay, and Handy had ended up just patting him awkwardly on the back. He hadn’t known how to handle it when a blubbering blacksmith by the name of Heat Source had hugged him in Pawstown when he had tried reassuring her that she was not worst pony. He sure as shit didn’t know how to handle it when Shortbeak the Widowmaker, of all people, was hugging him now.