Atlas didn't look over at her. He couldn't. He knew the face he would see, and he knew what she thought of him.
"Sometimes," he said, speaking more to the fire than to her. He didn't know what else to tell her other than the truth. She was the first person he'd trusted with this information, even though it had just sort of come out of nowhere, but now he understood why he could never tell anyone. This is what happened.
Though she obviously had some sort of feelings for him, as she hadn't kicked him out or called the Aurors on him yet, so maybe there was a bit of hope. "I'm sorry, Minerva," he told her. "But I'm not going to lie to you. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't."