A/N: short and sweet! Not really a prompt here. Wednesday was scared of hug's because she liked them and that made her feel weak, than she hugged Enid. Each section is a different day, the first one is the hug scene.
Wednesday felt Enid's arm wrap around her. The feeling was twenty times better than the hugs she craved from her family, soft warm cheek against her own. Tears stung behind her eyes. Enid was alive, she was okay.
Fear crawled under her skin. An addiction to touch forming again, the one she had avoided for so long, yet this time it was trying to be welcoming, it came with Enid hugs.
They were hugging again. Well, kind of. Enid's one arm was around her, it was odd, yet it fluttered her stomach and felt warm. She refused to fall into the trap again.
She was lying to herself. She had let herself slip, yet she didn't mind. She was pretending she did, but warm breath tickled her neck as Enid breathed. It was just a bit of sleeping.
Finally she gave up, letting her brain fill with images. She was Enid's, and Enid was hers. Touch felt good to her, and with Enid, there was no point hidning.