Neil thinks about it for a second. He's never seen a shrink, because that would have involved an institution, and more than that it would have involved telling his parents all about everything he was struggling with. Neither of those things were going to happen. But anyway and besides all that, he comes to the conclusion that he doesn't really want to talk about what's happened to him.

He finishes making them cups of tea and comes back over, setting one down for Harry. He sets his down as well and then, feeling a little pathetic, sinks onto the ground next to Harry's leg so he can rest his head on his knee.

His shoulders shake. He doesn't want to cry, but he can't help it. It's a quiet, shivering thing that lasts only a few minutes, but the tears wet Harry's trousers and he feels miserable about it.