"Ungh," Harry sighed, pressing his face into the couch cushion. What was with him? Harry couldn't even pinpoint exactly why he felt so out of sorts; perhaps it was just that there was too much all at once. He thought about saying that, but Ron was dealing with just as much and it didn't seem fair to whinge at him about anything that had happened in the past week.
"Nothing," he said finally. Harry had never quite grasped the idea of a shared load being a lighter load.
When Ron didn't respond, Harry chewed on his lip. ".... I just don't want to go to work this week." There. That was enough, wasn't it, to explain it away?