He didn't like moving. He didn't much like this place that much, but at least there weren't blood or tufts of fur near the table. Even as he moved an old sofa out off the way to give them room, he saw streaks of blood.

But he stood there with Severus and held his hand. A small smile creeping across his face. He was there with him. That's what mattered.

"Clear your mind. Do whatever you did the other day." He said calmly, trying to help.