Rafael puts his bag aside (there's the distinct noise of a glass bottle as he places it on a nearby table) and shrugs off his coat. He immediately feels better in the warmth of the greenhouse, and now that they're sheltered, the weather's soothing instead of miserably reminding him of Leo's unfair loss.

But Rafael looks at him now, when it's just the two of them and Quidditch feels far way, and... he's smiling. It feels like a victory. One of many tonight, he hopes.

"You deserve to not worry anymore." Rafael can only bear to let go of Leo with one hand to fish out the bottle of Jack Daniels that was donated by Quinn. Once he has it, though, he hooks a finger on the collar of Leo's shirt and leads him further into the greenhouse. "And I know how difficult that is. So I found help."