He winced right along with her. Seeing his mother in pain really stung, especially since he couldn't do anything to make her feel better. "Don't say that," he replied, "It wasn't your fault." He bit his lip. "You looked so scared. I am sorry." He was a funny case. He wanted desperately to be "cool" like his brother, but still couldn't help wearing his heart on his sleeve. Some people told him it was a good quality, but others shamed him. He knew he should just be himself, but who was that really?
He was careful not to bump her as he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders. Everyone knew Albus was a daddy's boy, but that didn't mean he didn't adore his mum. "Do you want to talk about it or something?"