Well, he couldn’t argue about that. “Well, I guess you are right. I am probably the only one she screams at. Must be a girl thing… this screaming at me. McGonagall always did that too.” He pulled out of the embrace to look her into the eyes. “But please, just promise to talk to me. I can’t fix things if I don’t know what they are.”
It was good that he could focus on Dom's worries and problems that way he did not have to think about his own. Even though they were connected at the moment but just the mere thought that they were Dom's made it more bearable. He wanted to help her and maybe he would. He wasn't sure if he could help himself.