Well, at least she was laughing. That was nice, he supposed. And it wasn't one of those hysterical laughters that quickly turned to tears either. Although, he supposed there was still plenty of time for it turn into that. Not that he blamed her. Crying would probably be good for her or something. And then he could make her some tea, slip in a sleeping potion, and that would be that. He was a good friend and he didn't have to feel to weird around crying. Plus, she'd get some rest. Everyone would win.
"It's not....completely horrible," he said, practically grimacing at how obvious of a lie that was. It really looked terrible. Like something a blind Hufflepuff might do. "I mean, clearly it could use some work but...I've seen worse? I tried to change the colour of my room using ink from my father's quill when I was little and that...well. I don't think any of it actually made it to the walls so at least you've got decent aim and direction going for you," he replied with a shrug.
"Though, on your next try, you should really ditch the red. Maybe go with a nice soothing green or something," he suggested as he gave her a small smirk. But really, red was annoyingly bright and loud and tacky. Sort of like most of the Gryffindors he knew, so he supposed it was fitting after all.