It had been a lot, she knew it had been a lot when she had word vomited all of it at him. He took it with grace and this time when he tucked her into his chest, she pressed her face into his chest, burying herself there a moment. Her own hands came up to rest against his chest, letting him comfort her.
"Should I stay the night at my mums?" she asked softly, already intending to use his floo if he thought it was best she went somewhere else tonight. She knew she couldn't go home, not tonight. She'd go back in the morning, just not tonight.