Harry caught the pillow, but in his position it amounted to being hit with it anyway. "No, never mind," he insisted, throwing it back. When Ron seemed unimpressed, Harry looked back up at the ceiling and frowned.
Except Ron wanted to talk. Maybe he should talk. Everyone had pretty much given up on offering, at least directly, since he never took them up on it. But he was tired, and troubled, and beginning to think he might not be able to handle it on his own after all.