Evan sighed again, head dropping back to stare at the ceiling. He tightened his arms around Harry, nearly slumping, and Harry could feel his exhaustion. Smell it. Another new development in his magicks, it seemed.  "I know, dove." He smoothed his hands through Harry's hair. "It's alright," if Harry handy already been crying, he'd have cried. Softly, detaching for Harry, but still keeping an arm around his shoulders, he asked, "What were you three actually doing?" 