It had been hard to want anyone there when he didn't know what to say. "I couldn't...Everything was broken." He just stared for a moment at Charlie because if Ginny had told him to go, then what did that mean? Did Ginny want to go, too? Did everyone want to go? A little voice in his mind told him that it was because nobody wanted him anymore. There was so much that he couldn't say, so many things that were lost in his head. It was like he was constantly screaming the whole time but nothing actually came out. That was what he'd felt when he first woke up.
"So you gave up?" Bill frowned at him. He knew he'd been angry then. He was still angry and he'd been different, but he couldn't go back to how he was before. He was never going to be the same, and he knew it. He couldn't be the same.
The feeling of Charlie's hands over his made him stare wonderingly at them. It still sent little tingling sensations all over when he was touched, but it was never as bad as it used to be. "I'm..." He shook his head a little, not even bothering to finish the thought as he leaned forward a little, burying his face against Charlie's neck. If there was anyone who would deal with him getting tears and snot on them, it would be Charlie. "Please," he said quietly before adding, "Stay." And even then, it was barely audible.