Angel holds still as she moves closer - it's not that he wants to make Buffy come to him (although it is a nice ego boost that she always does), but a part of him always wants it to be her choice. He can't help the startled laugh at her dramatic finger waggles, and his hands automatically come up to hold her hips as she presses against him, in something one might, very loosely, call a hug. It's definitely an embrace.

"I'm sorry your father was busy," he murmurs, "but I'm glad you're back. I missed you," he confesses, much more easily than he has in the past. His hands instinctively tighten, pulling her closer at the feel of her nails on his neck. He turns his head that tiny amount, turning her affectionate nose-brushing into a full kiss. And then another, just a little more heated, because it has been all summer, and he's missed her.