Theodore smiled at the gesture, and nodded. He didn't lift a hand to return it, but he appreciated it all the same. It was a strange day, even stranger for the people he'd interacted with, and the touch steadied him a bit.
"You too," he said, mouth twitching at Blaise's comment about never getting hurt. Everyone got hurt, he knew that better than anyone. But if Blaise wanted to believe that, he wouldn't burst his bubble. And he hoped that the circumstances wouldn't arise to make that sentiment disappear, though he knew they would eventually.
He stayed where he was for a moment, thoughtfully, then left as well, hands in his pockets as he Apparated home. It was time to begin the real part of memorializing the day.