Don't hug her. Don't say you'll call. Just go. It's for the best.
"Good night," he said on a low tone and walked out. He headed for his own apartment down the corridor, fishing for his keys. The hard-on was long gone seeing her disappointment no matter how hot she was, and he felt hollow inside and horribly lonely. This was for the best though, he assured himself. If he continued with her it would only end in pain, again. He couldn't handle that - he couldn't bear the thought of being betrayed and abandoned again.