Patronus... Something about that sounded familiar in the hazy memory of that night. He wasn't sure what to say to that, but he was glad to hear that he hadn't been a sloppy, pawing drunk.
"I'm glad," he finally said. "That you were okay," he added, as if it needed clarification. He dragged a hand through his hair again, stuck now for something else to say.
"I don't know what to say," he admitted, glancing over at her. "I hate not knowing how to be. Shagging your friends is a stupid, stupid idea..."