Pushing himself further up until they were both sitting rather than lying down, Fin nodded. He’d heard the name Cedric Diggory; the Diggory family was a known name in the Wizarding World, but Fin had never been close with them. But that wasn’t important. Cho was talking, rambling, her accent thick, something he knew only happened when she was agitated, and Fin listened. He let her talk, let her ramble, and reminded himself that just like him, Cho had a past.
“You and Cedric…” he said, reaching up to cup her cheek. “You would have had a wonderful life and lots of beautiful children.” That last part he knew without a doubt, because no matter who Cho had children with, they were bound to be beautiful like their mother. “I’m sorry you lost that. I’m sorry for your loss.” Gently he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “I didn’t know the girl you were before, but I know that there’s no way you could possibly be her after what happened.” He held her arms out to her if she needed… wanted the comfort. “What can I do to make this easier for you?”