Galahad is struck by the memory of the two of them in this same kitchen, after he was restored to himself, and Laertes offering the same embrace -- back then he couldn't take it. Even if he's still too afraid of the things his body wants, he's different enough now that he doesn't have to wait for Laertes to be the one to choose to hold him. He steps forward, floury apron and all, and wraps his arms around Laertes tightly.