Closing his eyes seemed to work to take him away from it, or so he thought. He felt nothing, and when he opened them again he was back, mildly back anyway, his mind wandering somewhere else. He lowered his hands from his mouth and looked down at the head of the sobbing boy nestled against his chest; it was an unusual feeling, to have someone so vulnerable and open but trusting against him. He didn't think he minded it.
He did mind the way those shoulders shook though, those hurt, deeply wounded little sobs tugging at places in his heart that he'd forgotten he'd had. He barely noticed how his clothes were dishevelled, reaching down tentatively to touch the head against his chest. "Shh..." he soothed softly, the timid flutter of his hand becoming more assured and smoothing over the soft fuzz of the very close-cut hair. He didn't really know why Greg was crying, wasn't even sure how he knew who this was, but rather than be back in Hogwarts with his boyfriend, he was here and now, as much as he could be anyway, with the man who came to visit him often, the only good thing he had to latch onto in this whole place.