There's no point to trying to play it cool when he's already standing in his boyfriend's doorway, visibly teary and struggling to keep those tears as quiet as possible. So he hardly hesitates before stepping in to hug Claude, ducking his head slightly for... some measure of the feeling of security he'd get from actually sticking his face in Claude's hair (or shoulder, if he could reach), without actually getting tears and snot all over him.

"So, we, uh-- might n-need to adjust how we approach handling, uh, Felix's... concerns with-- with things happening in the polycule." With that out, he takes a deep breath, shakier than he'd like. "Also I, um, told him how I felt. And then left."

He can't help a wobbly, anxious laugh. "...And the last thing I said was to-- to enjoy his chicken. So that's... that's great."