He listened to her, but it was a lot to take in. He got the strange feeling that it didn't really sink in, and wouldn't hit him until much later. Right now he was trying to be as normal as he could, for her sake and his own. Trying not to think about death, but rather trying to remember what he was really like in life so he could get back to that. So he could be himself. He remembered mountains of epic pranks and gags, but it was like his personality was lost. And he was disconnected.
Fred could feel her shaking against him and stroked his fingers against her back. Some part of him was secretly happy to learn how much he alone affected the family, but this wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to be responsible for breaking their hearts and making them cry. At the same time he felt like a secretly protective older brother trying to soothe her pain. Never wanting to see her cry again. Ginny had always been strong when he remembered her, but she had to be. Growing up with six older brothers. "I'm here now.." He reassured her, the pad of his thumb touching her cheek warmly.