Arashi is waiting for that embrace and meets it, folding Harvestman up tightly, but the intensity of it still surprises him. Nicholas is standing nearby and there are nightguards present as well, but Arashi ignores them, as his fingers press into Harvestman's shoulders and against his back and feel the telltale signs of all that aching tired.

"I'm disgusting right now, how can you stand..." It's meant to be a joke, the ironic sort, but he trails off in the middle of it, tilting to see Harvestman's face without trying to peel him off yet. "Jesus. What--"

"You both probably want to get out of here, so let's get this over with," Nicholas interrupts, which Arashi finds even more puzzling. He hesitates, eyes narrowing a bit, but then he slides an arm around Harvestman's shoulders and digs a small flash drive out of his pocket.

"This is as much as we can show you right now," he says, tossing Nicholas the drive. "We recovered two of the pieces, but the third is in Russian territory."

A weird energy goes through the room in the silence between words. Arashi's statement may as well have been followed by a lightning strike. Nicholas just turns the drive over in his fingers. "Does Grigore know?"

"I'm sure he does now," says Arashi, sliding a thumb over the back of Harvestman's neck.