When Lissington melted into the contact, Basil felt like he’d never move again. He detected, not for the first time that day, the sweet and spicy scent of the red-head and huddled into it, relishing every moment as best he could whilst attempting to provide whatever semblance of comfort he dared. It wasn’t his place to be there for Lissington anymore, it wasn’t his right to feel protective… yet Basil did. He always would, too. Nodding as Lissington dismissed the matter, evidently not wanting to talk about this anymore, Basil let him. He knew it would be sensitive and if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t ready to touch it really - not verbally. He didn’t trust himself to not say something that frankly made it worse. Instead, he offered the other a gentle smile. “Of course,” he replied quietly. “I think you’ve done a rather splendid job here,” Basil added, grinning his lopsided little smile and hoping to lighten the mood as he gestured to the maze around them. “The students will benefit greatly from the whole of the experience.” Save for, maybe, the snogging part, he thought to himself abstractly. Fending off a small blush, Basil cleared his throat. “Well, shall we exit?” He asked looking about. There didn’t seem to be much of anywhere to go; he’d follow Lissington’s lead on this one.