Ron gave a petulant shrug and made a face. "I dunno, it's only just sunk in, I guess." He turned back to look at Hermione and blinked in surprise at the look on her face. Was he supposed to get more-- oh. Oh. Wait, what? Ron fought to mask his confusion. "I don't guess I know how you could help," he treaded carefully through the conversational minefield. He was not so sure of the truth of this statement as he reconsidered it. His mind fast-forwarded to a life beyond the confusion and these times, to a red haired little girl laughing with her mother as he tried not to join in. He blinked. The image was gone. He could already feel himself flushing.
"I'm a bit hopeless, I'm afraid." That, at least, was honest.