Percy sat down on the dilapidated sofa, hands still awkwardly fidgeting. "I.." he trailed off, not even knowing where to start. "Thank you," he started with, pausing to take a sip of tea.
"I was an idiot. I turned my back on my family for my career. That's why Fred's upset with me. He doesn't know that I made amends because he–" The tea cup was trembling in his hand. He put it down before any spilled. "He was killed."
Percy didn't add that he had watched his brother die. Held his dead, but still warm body in his arms. He was aware Lily might have read that detail he wrote to Fred.