Neville was smiling and felt at peace with Ginny sitting next to him. When she'd asked if he wanted to talk, he considered it, but wallowed in the peacefulness for a little while longer. "It's alright love, you're good at what you do, people need you... you make them feel safe." He kissed her temple lightly to let her know that he was one of those people.
"Mmmm that's good, I can make you breakfast again." Neville's fingers played with a lock of hair that had tumbled down his chest from his shoulder, letting it slide between his fingers. Sighing at the mention of his Mum, he bit his lip. "I don't know if anyone can really help her Ginny. Last time I went to see her... I had a really hard time." His mind raced at the memory and he looked at her peripherally. "She was asking for me... but... her 'baby'. She thought she was our age. And I don't know what to do for her if she's stuck in the past."