Ezra doesn't need a second invitation, not when they've had months-that-feel-like-years to grow comfortable with each other and their routines. He grins his own greeting as he steps around Qui-Gon to his side to give him a brief but strong hug with one arm before he even thinks about what he's doing. It's only a second later that his mind catches up, and he steps back, a little abashed.

But... it's not so strange, is it? He's hugged Qui-Gon before. It's nothing odd, nothing he needs to feel embarrassed about (well, any more than any teenager should), so he grins up at Qui-Gon again to brush it off.

"Thanks," he says, and if his tongue had almost added a second word after that, well, it didn't, so that's the end of that. He is going to push those dreams away. "So what are we doing today, d- Master Jinn?"

Whoops. Not quite as smoothly as he wants.