He doesn't react, at first. It's so strange to him, that Ginsberg would still want to hug him, would still trust him enough to be alone with him. But he doesn't seem to be forcing himself into it. Not in the least.

So after a moment of stunned stillness, he wraps his arms around Ginsberg, disbelievingly. He can feel the other man trembling faintly and hates it, says quickly, "I'm really sorry you had to see that." There's not much else he can say. Justice might be done and the killer caught, and it might not. Even if it is, it isn't going to change what happened to her.

In a feeble stab at humor, he says, "And here you probably thought nearly running into your dad was going to be our token thing-going-wrong for the date."