When Remus jerked up, Harry locked his elbow and pushed him down into the bed, hard. Jalil was pulling the rag back and taking a step away, lips pursed tightly as he stared down at the man on the bed. He stood there and listened as he blurted out his confession and his apology... it wasn't anything new to him. He'd witnessed it. Harry, however, leaned over him and replaced the hand on his chest with his other hand, pushing the one over to hold his good shoulder down instead. He felt like covering his mouth... but he wouldn't do that. Not yet, anyway.
"Lupin." He said his name loudly, to try to get him to calm down. "Lupin!" Shouted that time, and he jerked his hands down into his chest and shoulder. "Look at me. Focus." Snapped, and Harry leaned over him so that he'd fill a larger amount of his line of vision. "You're no good to anyone blithering here like this. Keep quiet and breathe. Calm down."