He breathed raggedly opposite her and his shoulders began shaking. He was crying, too, Hermione could tell that and it made her own tears flow that much more freely. Just being this close to her was too much for him, apparently. She couldn't quite get her head around that. It was sweet and lovely but oh so strange. And so frustrating. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, which was precisely the only thing she couldn't do. She had to wait, she knew that. But nothing had ever been so hard.