Albus stopped, touching Lily gently on the shoulder. He wasn't much of a toucher, with anyone but Scorpius anyway, but seeing her unhappy did things to his insides and he almost, sort of, wanted to give her a hug.
"No, uh, it's okay. You can, you can talk to me. If, if you, if you want." He tried to think of her like Lilu. Because while the relationship was different Al was finding the desire to protect her was the same. "I, I don't have much, much experience being, being dissapointed," he said softly. "Usually I'm the, I'm the one, the one disapointing everyone else. But, but I'm a good listener. If, if you need that." He tried to think of who her friends here would be. Sirius. Remus. Was there anyone else? It had always struck him how none of the books talked about Lily's life or her friends. Just James, and the Marauders, and their influence on Harry. Not once, in any of the hundreds of things written about "the Boy Who Lives" was there a mention about Lily beyond her relationship to James, and Harry, and James' friends. He hadn't thought about it much before, but it struck him now as very sad.