as I walked up he opened his arms and said “heeey” - not for the photo but just to give me a hug and I said I wish I could have gotten a picture with his right upper arm tattoo. he said he wished I’d told him so he could have worn a different shirt. I said “or, you know…” he laughed, patted his stomach and said “hey - gym time.”
I then said “so how about a hug”, and he said “sure!” and I plucked up some courage and asked if I could kiss him on the cheek. I hardly rememer anything after that except the feel of his scruff and the way he smelled and I didn’t want to sniff him, so I just took a long slow deep breath while the camera man focused the picture and then before I left he squeezed my shoulder and said thanks (to me!!!)
love this man immensely.