Louis brought Chuck clothes because he didn't like owing anyone any favors.
As they got back to Alicia, Louis sat down beside her and gently drew her into his arms, holding her close in silence, without a word. The moment he did that, Alicia felt that something was weighing on his mind. But he kept his thoughts to himself, leaving her somewhat puzzled.
Alicia's fingers grazed his neck, tenderly touching his hair. His hair, carrying a faint scent of shampoo, were thick and resilient—much like his personality. Yet, this tough guy slowly softened in her presence, as though he had become warmer and more clinging since the night of Véronique's passing.
Minutes passed, and Louis still hadn't released her. Unable to contain her curiosity, Alicia whispered, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just felt like holding you all of a sudden," his voice was low, concealing subtle emotions.