"What?" Ron asked, a bit confused. He had derailed the whole point of this damn afternoon. He was supposed to be supporting Percy because he'd lost his ex-girlfriend, not making him worry about how Ron had lost Harry. He was a prat. "No, it's okay. I didn't mean - I was just trying - I'm sorry, Perce. I was just trying to help. I don't know how to help is the problem. But I want to. I just don't think there really is any way that I can."
Ron moved so that he was sitting next to Percy, leaning against the cupboard too. He didn't say anything else because he'd pretty much said it already—there really wasn't a whole lot he could do to help.