Harry set aside his plate, scooting closer as he listened to his wife struggle for the right words. "Hey..." He murmured, wrapping one arm around her while using his free hand to gently tip her chin up so she'd meet his eyes. "I understand." He said simply, managing a little smile. "They may not still be there, but I still felt them when I was there. And the house...seeing all those messages of support written there, I dunno...made me feel a little less alone, it was...encouraging." He shrugged, leaning his forehead against hers. "You really are amazing, you know that right?"