As Seraphine continues weeping, all Eric can do is keep embracing her.
He never dealt with a crying girl before, so he didn't know any words of comfort that he could say to her. The only solacing gesture that he came to know of was this - not only because he himself felt warm and soothed whenever he was being hugged, but also because he just felt the need to do it for some reason.
There's something about Seraphine that Eric can relate to. He can't understand it well, and all he knows is that he cares about her. There's this unfamiliar sensation that draws him to her - something close to affinity or similitude, perhaps. No matter what this is, he can't resist it, and before he knows it, he finds himself already embracing it.
"I don't get it. Why're you crying so much, Seraphine...?" Eric began once more and squeezed her tighter, already getting frustrated at himself for not being able to comfort her like the way he wanted to.
