Theo looked up at his son, shaking his head. "You don't need to do anything, Stephen," he said, his voice softer now that it was just the two of them. More vulnerable though he was still fighting to keep together - for Stephen's sake. He'd need to stay strong for Pansy as well.
"I can-" he swallowed. "I can take care of the practical parts." He frowned. "So maybe not the religious parts," he then admitted because that was always Pansy. He did what he was supposed to, but other than that, he stayed clear of religion. What was it to wizards anyway?
"How-" he stopped himself from asking his son how he felt, because that would be too much right now. "I keep coming back to why she was there," he said. "She never enjoyed Quidditch in her life, why today of all days was she there?" It wasn't what he had intended to say and surely Stephen was not the proper person to say this to, he should not have to deal with his grief as well as his own, and yet who else was there? Pansy would fall apart when she heard the news, Stephen had not yet done so.
"I apologise, I should not lay this on your shoulders. What do you need from me?" he said instead, because he needed to be the strong one, and he would be. He just needed to focus on anything but the growing pain he felt.