Gaeta lifts his head from Louis' shoulder, starting to pull back a fraction in kind.

It's not until the bird lets out a meaningful, "Plock," that he glances over to see what's going on. It's planted its feet, features ruffled up again to make it looks like even more of an oversized puffball, head cocked as it stares at Louis.

What? That hug could be a precursor to strangling his nestmate! WHO KNOWS THIS HUMAN'S INTENTIONS.