"You can also sit up and leave this room, but you're not going to be doing that, either." He assured him, rubbing the rag over his chest carefully before moving it to his shoulder, and wiping the blood off there as well. He set the rag on the side of the bed, and when Remus lifted his hand Harry reached out to take it, curling his fingers around Remus' tightly to hold on and support whatever weight the werewolf decided to transfer to him. If he wanted to sit up, Harry would help him sit up. If he just wanted him to hold his hand, then Harry would do that.
"You're welcome." Said easily, and however Remus ended up situated, Harry would settle down into a seat next to him, pushing back to press his head and his shoulders into the wall behind the bed. "So I've told you about you. Tell me something about my father." Even though Harry knew some of what his father was like when he was that age... "I haven't heard the best things, but then again, my source wasn't very reliable. What was he like?"