Started: 7/30/2007

Finished: 8/1/2007

Summary: Beast Boy's thoughts on the famous hug.

Author's Note: So I might be giving him more credit than some of you thinks he deserves. Well, to that I say: toughie! This is my got-damed shot, and I'll write whatever the heck I please! So there!

Honorbound

That hug had been unexpected. Really, really unexpected.

Raven wasn't one to hug people. She was the farthest from touchy feely as one could get. She didn't do touchy feely- just as she didn't do fear, the green elf supposed. It was an embrace that left him gob-smacked and dizzy with euphoria.

Hey, any red blooded male would've been. Come on people, Raven was a prime example when it came to an exceptional female figure at her age. Her personality, not so much, but that's more of an acquired taste anyway. But the jolly green metamorph was happy in that instant that she clung to him, molded her body to his for comfort. It was like the greatest achievement ever- but it had to end.

Slowly, with a deliberateness that spoke volumes of his reluctance, he pushed her away.

For a while, he couldn't understand why he had done so. A part of him was screaming at him, calling him a gods be damned fool (much less eloquently, or more depending on the perspective). And for a moment, he was tempted to agree.

But as he played that no bars held round of stankball (two on one against Cyborg, the idiot), he slowly came to understand his own reasoning.

He'd been honor-bound to do so.

Emotional distress was dangerous; very painful and utterly perilous. The first thing that relieves you of such agony pretty much becomes likened to morphine in a very real sense. And if too much is administered, the patient could become addicted.

Now, if he had designs upon Raven like that (not that he had any, mind you, all 'if's here) he'd have been an idiot to pass up something like that. But it would have been dishonorable in his eyes. To move in while someone was in an emotionally weakened state was beyond pathetic on his part, it was disgraceful and treacherous. Beast Boy would very much like to think that if he wanted to secure a woman's heart, he'd not need to go around picking up broken women that some sick dragon tossed aside (he was much more- descriptive in his turn at describing exactly what exactly that worm was).

And then a blue form was in front of him, catching a very sour, foul smelling stankball and returning it towards a very unlucky tin-man with much- enthusiasm.

Very pretty amethysts turned to him, glittering with mischief and merriment in a carefully empty face (though he swore he saw a slight upturn to her very attention holding lips), and he would later hold an inquiry upon the hypnotic properties of said optics. She said something along the lines of 'pay attention, moron', he couldn't quite remember the exact wording, and turned back to give chase to their metal friend.

This was going to be very, very difficult. Sometimes he really despises his honor. 'You should always help a friend in need.' 'Don't take advantage of a situation with your friends.'

Troublesome…