Cancer..."That's a Muggle disease, isn't it?" he asked, confusion on his face. "Is it...is it bad?" He remembered Bridgit from Christmas, and how she'd made them all feel welcome. The thought that she was sick and nothing--not magic or medicine--could help her didn't sit well in his stomach.
His eyes felt dry and he couldn't blink. He was afraid if he did he would humiliate them both and break into tears. It wasn't like Seamus was going to the other side of the world. They could visit and he knew that Seamus wouldn't be gone forever. "Right, okay. Back to Ireland. When are you leaving?" he asked, focusing on the easier things first. He couldn't think of Emma, not yet. He had no idea what they would tell her. He wasn't certain she would understand.