His glasses slipped down his nose as he kept his attention down on Remus, but they wouldn't fall off. He was quiet as he calmed himself, holding him down firmly to the bed. When he was finally calm enough to speak coherently, Harry lowered his voice and moved his hand up to push his fingers over Remus' forehead, removing the hair from his eyes and letting it fall back on top of his head. "I know you didn't mean to." He assured him, protective over the other man's dignity. His honor, his honesty... his innocence. He knew Remus was a very haunted man when he got older.. and he understood why. And he wasn't going to be a part of making that happen to him.
"Keep your eyes open." He was less likely to be reliving the moment if his eyes were open. If he was focusing on Harry's face, he'd see Harry.. hopefully not whatever horror had just happened. "Look at me." Encouraged. He wasn't going to ask him what happened, he was just going to hold him there on the bed and try to get him to think about anything other than what had just happened. He knew what it was like to have things like that running through your mind over and over.. and what it was like when people made you repeat the story, when it was so fresh in your mind.
Jalil was still in the room, but he'd backed up and had his shoulders pressed against the wall, just staring at the two of them.