Neville let Harry dote on him a bit, still running over the ramifications of leaving that unwarded for - Merlin, near on 12 hours? He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. He accepted the bowl of egg drop, swirling his soup around for a long moment, just thinking and worrying his lip between his teeth. However, Mathers' name brought him round. Fuck.
"Mathers?" And if Harry hadn't said bloke, Neville was a half-second away from pretending he was a her. He frowned and glanced back down into his soup. Finally, he shrugged, sighing heavily as he searched for words. It was Harry - Harry who knew about his parents, knew his insecurities. Neville might as well just give up the facade and just tell him. "Well, um," Okay, so much for just coming out with it. "Well, he was my... he was my partner in a class." He managed, glancing up at Harry hesitantly.