It's a special kind of hugging, the kind where deep down you're facing the unspoken fact that this's the last time you're gonna hold somebody, and so you make your cells hold on, make em drink in somebody's scent and texture, so you can keep em with you after the world has taken em away.
Chapter 90 Unfurl the Sails, Speak the Names of the Stars (p. 514) - The Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad (2004)