Neville got his own pot and settled onto the bench opposite. With his hands busy it was easier to not overthink. "It's okay," he said, a little surprised by the apology, unasked for. "Everyone has strong feelings about... all this. We should be able to say what we think in front of each other, at least." They'd spent long enough having to be careful what they said, what could be overheard. "Carrow escaping... it shouldn't turn us against each other. That's the worst thing that could happen even if he never shows up."