Garrison rolled his eyes, but in good nature, stepping forward and grasping Nathaniel's wrist. He pulled the young man out of the tiny cubbyhole and hugged him carefully, not to harm the rather fragile, very soft body he had. "You don't have to apologize." Garrison said gently. "You can be embarrassed if you like, but not hiding between the mops and buckets. If you want to go back to my cabin, we can do that. I'll bring you something from the galley if you prefer that, instead? That way you don't have to meet all the men at once." He was concerned about that. About such a little form among those heavy muscles and huge feet and roughhousing. He couldn't imagine letting him get hurt. The thought was awful.