"Oi," he said softly, as she engaged in a futile attempt to make his hair behave, "Leave the hair alone." Not only was it futile, it was kind of embarrassing!
He set his coffee down again, crossed his arms, and slouched in the chair. "How not?" he replied sulkily. "It's just been- I don't know." He didn't really want to list off all his troubles to Hermione. It would get her worried, and he really didn't think there was anything serious to worry about. At least nothing he wouldn't handle on his own.
"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to drink coffee with you. I barely see you anymore."