Harry's first instinct was to look away and let Faelan be for a few minutes. But then he thought of Sirius, and the fact that Sirius had often ignored Harry's protests of being fine in favour of warm, leather-scented hugs. In hindsight, Harry wished he had opened himself up to more of them, but hindsight was a bastard and Faelan, at least, was still among the living.
Faelan was also taller, so the hug was awkward right from the start, but Harry didn't let go no matter how loud his mind screamed at him. He had a feeling that if he didn't do this, few others would, and the memory of the comfort Sirius always brought him made him want to give the same to Faelan. If the other man wanted it. A few seconds later, though, with Faelan still stiff as a board, Harry nervously thought that he should have worn his leathers instead of a jumper and warming charms.