Oh...oh goodness! He wasn't expecting so intense a reaction, especially since Maedhros has always struck him as very stolid, calm and well-meaning. It makes him wonder just what happened to this poor elf's hand...but it's not the time to ask that, clearly. Perhaps some day when they're alone, indoors, and not in public.

But it's not too public for Barcus to reach out and hug him. A bit awkwardly, since his head barely reaches Maedhros' mid-thigh, so he's hugging him around one knee. Still, one has to make an effort for one's friends, even when they're absurdly tall. "Having my work appreciated is its own reward," he says, and there's genuine joy in his own voice, though it's slightly tempered by concern for his friend. "But I do mean it about upgrades later. And I can always adjust the fit if you need me to. Do you want me to help you put it on?"