"Always going to be too," he said with a faint laugh and a wink in her direction. He did believe this and there were days were he regretted giving up Quidditch. It didn't happen often but it was there on occasion. Especially on the day when he caught the wind in his hair. Those were the worst.
He kept an eye on her with a subtle nod, before flying off towards the stands. He leaped down by her, his hand snatching his broom and bringing it down to rest on the stand behind her. Without another word, he shifted, pulling her into a hug.
The phrase 'Im sorry' really didn't seem to cut it. His biggest fear was losing his family. He couldn't imagine the pain she was going through just at that alone and then not even being able to mourn properly.