"Know so. You've been-- really helping him, Moony. I can't thank you enough."

And that, at least, is honest. That at least, doesn't hurt to say.

It's the rest of it that hurts. It's the rest of it that's got him waving a hand dismissively, the cigarette making careless smoke loops in the air.

"Don't worry about. Reg told me why y'didn't say. 'm just glad it wasn't because you thought I'd be-- awful about it, or something."

That's considerably less true, but maybe if he says it enough times he'll believe it, himself.