Neville's face contorted into one of sorrow when he saw Anthony. He'd known he was close to Radolslav but had no ideo how far or how deep that closeness went.
He was at a loss when Anthony didn't answer. He'd always been the more talkative of the two and now that Neville was the one talking he wasn't as sure of himself. He didn't think of leaving though. Anthony had been there for him so much already this year and now it was his turn.
He tried to imagine what Anthony was going through, though the minute he thought of Demelza he had to let go of that. He couldn@lt imagine that anymore. He remembered though how much he'd wanted someone to hold him then and how Anthony had done that for him.
He knew the other boy had always been a physical persoon, though he wasn't sure how he would feel about it now. Neville wanted to be there for him though, so he walked closer to the bed and the small body. He knelt on the floor so his face was almost level with Anthony's. He brushed his hair out of his face and just let his hand rest on Ant's cheek. He didn't say anything. He knew nothing he coukld say would help Anthony at all and didn't imagine he particularly wanted to hear any of it. He just wanted to let him know that he was there.