It was the sort of thing that people might have said by way of comfort, but most people would never have an idea of what it was like - no one but Gwen in point of fact. She knew exactly what it was like, to watch your friend slowly slip away from you, to try and find that line between friend and hero, to realizing that whatever you did it was never going to be enough, and to be unable to save that person in the end. She knew because she'd lived that too - and maybe every day that she looked at him she saw what he saw in Harry. It was an overwhelming sort of thought, and he squeezed her hand when she reached out for him again.
"I have to hope you're right, that being here, knowing the truth, being away from Norman, it'll be enough to keep that from happening to him too." Because he knew how Norman could be, the way he could get into his son's head, influencing him despite all the harm he'd caused. But Norman wasn't here, it was just them - and they could do this, Harry knew this time, that made things different, they could just have the good without the bad.
Maybe.
"It's gonna take a little getting used to," He said after a beat, "I mean what about this place doesn't? But I'm glad he's here. I'm glad we get to be here and see him without you know... everything else." He sighed and shook his head and was once more in awe of Gwen's own resilience in all of this, seeing him, and now Harry? It was a lot. More than a lot really. "Have I told you lately, how awesome you are? Because I feel it needs saying, today especially."