Should have. Yes, he should have. Why the hell hadn't he? But the couldn't dwell on that now. It wouldn't get him anywhere.
'Susan wouldn't tell anyone, Pansy...possibly Harry, but I don't think she did, because she would have told me. Or Harry would have told me or at the very least gone fishing for information to get me to tell or something. Either way, I'd know. Besides, even if Harry did know he would hardly tell Lestrange and he's fucking brilliant at keeping secrets.'
The very thought of Lestrange messing with his life again made him shiver. He wanted that man dead, more than he'd ever wanted anything. And yet he'd not managed to do it when he had the chance but was here instead.
He merely nodded to Percy's words, and tried to look away, not flushing with embarrassment when Percy actually dried his tears. Just from the pain, he told himself again. It wasn't as if he was crying.
When Percy asked him about Susan, he couldn't help but to wonder what he was really asking. Had he ever slept with Susan. Several times. Had he slept with her while with Percy - no.
'I told you I didn't have sex with anyone while I was with you.' Was he lying by not saying the full truth? Should he? Fuck it!
'Before that yes, it happened,' he said, his teeth barely separating. Fuck he hated this!