Peggy is reaching forward, as if she needs to prove to herself that Stella is really here, which turns into a firm cup of her cheek, fingers brushing at her pulse, a touch to her hair. They're little things, but they're a reassurance that Stella came back, she didn't just leave the way that so many others have.

"Something happened," is Peggy's dark response, because she doesn't care how bad it looks, what she's missing is the explanation as to how it happened and she does hope that Stella doesn't think she's going to get away without explaining that.

Reaching out, she pulls Stella into an embrace, still not a hugger, but certain times can be made to allow for exceptions and she believes this one is absolutely one of them. Closing her eyes, she indulges in this moment for a few seconds, simply because she can. Then, when she's given in to her own selfishness for long enough, she eases back. "Let's go sit? Then you can tell me what happened."