Ron didn't have much to say to that. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do nor was it probably the best way to deal with his grief, but right now it felt like the only thing he wanted to do. He was sick and tired of everyone else telling him how he should or shouldn't feel right then or that they felt sorry for him or that they loved Harry too or any of that nonsense. In fact, he was just sick of talking about it altogether. No, he was sick of talking. Maybe that was the problem. He just didn't want to bloody talk at all. And everything just required too much sodding talking these days.
"Yeah well, it's better than talking," he replied lamely. So what if he was lame. At least he knew it. Ginny could very well stuff herself if she had a problem with that. "What did that ever accomplish?"