He wet his lips and kept his eyes trained onto Harry, breathing still shallow, but much slower, at least. "Chocolate does help.." There, that would work. Keep him distracted from what had just happened. But he'd have to deal with it eventually. Hopefully, when that time came around, he'd be in a calmer state of mind and he'd just be able to lock it away like he did everything else, let it eat away at him slowly instead of devouring everything that he was, all at once, in a quick rush of insanity.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be.. so distraught. I'm just.. I'm trying. I promise. I'm sorry, Harry. I'll be okay, I just need to.. relax." He needed to not think about it. He needed to calm down. He needed to pretend like it hadn't happened at all. "I've never hurt anyone but myself before.." Okay, he'd failed trying to not think about it.