That was ... precisely the opposite of the reaction Solomon had expected, and he straightened up and turned to stare once more, this time incredulously. Skulduggery was asking for a hug? Skulduggery was asking him for a hug?

"Who are you," he said suspiciously, shifting just enough to put the wheelbarrow between himself and the skeleton, faint defence though it was, and putting his hand down on the biggest loose rock he could feel nearby. "Or which dimension are you from?"

Skulduggery would never have asked Solomon for a hug, no matter how many of their memories they'd both regained. Ridiculous.