Al reached out hesitantly, then gently wrapped an arm around Lily's shoulders. It wasn't exactly a hug, but it was about a comforting as he knew how to be.
"It's, it's not stupid," he said gently. "This, coming, coming here, all of it, it must be, must be a lot. To deal with. And, and finding out what happens. To you. And Dad, and, and all of it. I can't even imagine." He wondered who had hurt her, and what he could do to pay him back. He doubted it was Remus. So, Sirius? Or, actually, Peter. Peter was the one who betrayed them, after all. But Al wasn't going to jump to conclusions.
"When, when communication breaks down, that's, that's when things fall apart." Who would know better than a man who could barely speak? He had often wondered, if he spoke better, maybe more people would have listened to him. Maybe his father, his mother, his grandmother, would have heard more than just the stutter. It didn't matter anyway, there was no point in dwelling on the past.
"Don't, don't ever think your feelings are stupid. They're, they're not. We, my family, we all, well, we all sort of, sort of ignore ours. The Potter motto is, is 'I'm fine' for a, for a reason. But, but I learned from, from Scorpius and, and his dad that, that talking and, and, and really, um, really saying what you, what you feel is... Um. It, it helps." He didn't think he'd ever said this many words to her before. He was mainly silent at their lunches. But he didn't want her thinking that her very understandable hurt wasn't worth feeling or talking about.