Hermione stroked the back of his hand, unconsciously using the same soothing touch that had worked so well on others she had cared for. "Enough that I've been a bit worried - you know the way I get about my friends."
She kept her voice low even as she released his hands and sat back in her chair. "If you don't want to talk, I understand. We can have a nice dinner without the Prophet putting a note in the gossip column for once, and I won't ask again."