"I didn't say it was worse," he told his twin, shaking his head. "But pain wasn't the only thing I felt, you know. I lost you, too." He swallowed, sick to his stomach and more upset that he was upsetting George than he was at the awful dream.
George's apology made him feel worse for everything he'd said. Moving towards him, he reached out to touch his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. "I know it is," he muttered. "I'm sorry, George." He wished he had something better to say, but he was exhausted and uncertain and completely out of his element. He couldn't just joke it off, as much as he wished he could.