It takes him a moment to compose himself, but he spends the whole time trying, at least. When he finally manages it, he just stays there on the floor for a moment, sort of curled around one of Harry's legs and feeling exceptionally stupid and childlike.

With a sniffle, he manages to pull himself together. Moving away and standing up and grabbing his tea, now almost room temperature.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "I'm alright, it's just--it's been a lot." He breathes a laugh and mutters, "And I didn't get a part in one of the plays I auditioned for, I found out."