Harry would understand that better than most. And he would know attention has nothing to do with it. Nothing in his black moods is about attention, either. It's brain chemistry. He hates it, but he manages it.

He doesn't really know what to do here, but he doesn't like seeing Neil like this. "You can talk to me, Neil," he assures quietly. "Tell me what happened? I can't do anything if I don't know."