The large man is still standing in the same spot with his head hung low. You walk up to him and ask simply, "What happened?"
It's not until he turns his head to look at you that you realize the man is crying. He sniffles a little and says, "it's nothing."
"Oh," you say. "Are you...okay?"
After a couple loud sobs he manages to tell you the problem. "She called me fat!" he yowls.
"I'm...sorry?" you're a little put off by the situation, but you want to help. "I'm sorry," you say again with a little more confidence. "Do you...um...I don't know what to say. Are you alright?" The man shakes his huge grizzled head. "Oh...do you need a hug?" This time he nods.
You open your arms hesitantly and he pulls you into an embrace. At first it's uncomfortable, then it's nice, then it starts to get more uncomfortable as he holds on a little too long and more uncomfortable still as he squeezes tighter. You give him a pat and say, "Okay, that's enough," with the last air in your lungs, but it only seems to make him squeeze tighter. He doesn't stop, even as your bones crackle in his hold. Even as your head falls limp, he sobs and squeezes.