[Oh no, a hug. Unlike Adra, Belth doesn't stiffen, not for a moment. The locks broke loose a long time ago and he's fully given himself over to... whatever this is. He'd like to call Adra something like father, but he's scared that they'll lose touch again, that one of them won't remember, and they'll be trapped in this neverending loop... grasping at strings, trying to revolve around each other and missing.

Belthazar doesn't hug, he clings. His pale fingers work their way into the folds of Adra's robes until he can't feel how hard he's holding on.]

You're wrong, you're just saying that-- I threw a chair once and I told you no, and-- [His throat tightens, and he struggles as his voice breaks.] You were always cleaning up after me. Always watching over me. I don't want you to leave. I know I disappoint you but I don't want you to leave.