Well. This has rather put a damper on things, hasn't it?

He still looks uncertain, but Hermione does look so wretchedly miserable, and it seems so little to ask. Perhaps things are best put off for another night, he thinks, before sighing and tentatively opening his arms. "Well. Alright, then."

Even for a corpse, his posture is rather stiff. Like he isn't quite sure how to hug, after so long.