He had shared more just then than he had with anyone in a very, very long time. It was a lot for him to say as much as he had and he never really knew what to do with sympathy. Sharing any kind of feeling with anyone was an awkward experience that he didn't rightly know how to return. After all, he'd saddled his own burden on top of her now.

So it only naturally fell upon him to rise above it. He rubbed at the tip of his nose, looked one direction and then another, and only finally back at Hermione. "What's dead is dead," he concluded. "I'm sorry for all that. You've plenty of problems already... you didn't need mine too."