"I wish I had some insight, but I don't," Oliver said shrugging. "No need to apologize. It's what friends are for. I'm sure I've unloaded on you before. I appreciate the check-up. That you care is a reminder of why we fight."
Oliver laughed heartily. "First, Ben won't stay mad at you forever. Second, if I have an instinct for understanding children," he took out the mini-quaffle that he kept in his pocket and started bouncing it off the walls, "It's only because I'm still a child!"
"A scotch a day," Wood raised his glass, but didn't finish the parable, because he never knew how to end it. He always thought the first part was sufficient.