She went stock still when put his arms around her. It shocked her to the point that she was unsure what to do. Yet it was something so familiar, something so 'home' about the embrace. She couldn't keep immobile for more than a few moments.
Her arms slid around him in return. Yet rather than have the lustful reaction that it should have had, she hid her face against his shoulder. As she felt the first hick-up of a sob break free. Nothing hurt worse than the thought of loosing a friend. Especially one as close as he was. Her fingers bunched up in the rough fabric of his shirt, unable to keep from breaking down.