"Yeah, yeah I think I would have wanted everyone around. I'd have fucking wanted you around," he said, refusing to look at him now. He seemed to shake his head back and forth when Bill mentioned Ginny, as if he disagreed. Then suddenly, bursting out from him, he shouted "GINNY IS THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO FUCKING GO!" He screamed and his hands moved up into his hair as he flopped down to sit on the ground, gripping at the strands tight in his finger tips.
"I DID FEEL IT!" He then said, looking up at his brother. "I felt like you needed me and I didn't know how to help you! Everything I did was wrong."
He gave a loud sigh, his face shifting to rest against the palm of his hand, as he tried to take calming breaths. "I realize," he whispered, his eyes moving to look at Bill's hand, watching as he tried to grasp at his shirt. Taking in a deep breath, his hand moved up, resting over top of Bill's hand to try and steady it.
"I was scared Bill," he whispered now, so quiet. "I was scared because I felt like I couldn't help you," he explained, gripping his brother's hand tight underneath his.