[ He didn't expect the hug but right now he's not expecting a lot of things and this right here is why he wants to say that he loves her. Why it hurts so much that he can't when it should be the easiest thing in the world — she may have lost him but he lost both of them, albeit in different ways.
There's a sharp intake of air and then he crumbles against her, fingers curling into the fabric of her clothes and as much as he doesn't want to do that here, now, with her... he does. He's not done. May never be done.