[The hug comes, and it squishes his arms between them, considering he still had them lifted and held against his chest... but despite that, he still leans against her shoulder without hesitation, taking in a deep breath -
Holding it -
And slowly letting it back out again as a weary sigh.]

... I know you don't. But frankly, I never know what might hurt me until I've already spoken or acted.
If I didn't find my accent dreadfully embarrassing, I would have said yes without question.