There was something in Lily's voice, something sort of sad, and Al wondered what might be bothering her. She'd come here with Jamie, he saw. Had that not gone well? He knew Jamie didn't get along with Harry but he couldn't imagine him being rude to Lily.
"Oh, uh, it was fine." He slowed down to match her speed, no longer desperate to get away as they left the funeral crowd behind them.
"Did, um..." He wasn't sure how to bring it up, but thought not asking at all would be a mistake. "Did something, uh, did you, um, did, did," he stopped himself, taking a deep breath like that Healer had told him to do. One of the many Healers his mother had dragged him to as a child to try to fix him.
"Did something, happen? That, that made you not want to, um, want to, uh, eat?" There, that was a coherent question, right? Maybe. Sort of. Bollocks. "If you, uh, want to tell me that, that is. I, uh, I won't, I won't spread it, spread it around." He smiled, even if it was a painfully awkward smile. "I don't, uh, I don't talk to, to anyone anyway."