He tried to remember the last time it had felt this hard to get across what he meant - with Hermione, of course, the terrain had always been a little treacherous. He felt, as he so often had, like he didn't have anything quite as useful to say as he should have. Nothing new there, though. "So just give it a rest for the night," he said again, setting his elbows on his knees and looking at her. Entirely against his better judgment, he added: "I'll sit down here and keep reading if you want." Though he was sure they both knew how well that would turn out.