He flinched at Dylan's tone, flushing with embarrassment. He knew he was sounding more and more desperate each time they talked, but he didn't know how to stop. He missed Dylan, missed everything they'd done together. Missed his laugh and his smile. But he couldn't say that now. Not after Dylan had shot him down again and again.
Never mind that Dylan was right. He couldn't stomach the thought of Dylan with anyone else, but didn't think that would go away even if they didn't get back together. Wouldn't it be better to have just a little part of Dylan, even if he couldn't have it all?
"I'm sorry. I'm going to go. You need to rest and I'm just in the way," he whispered, standing. He didn't think he could stay for another minute without crying again, and he didn't want Dylan to see him that way. He paused, and looked back at Dylan, offering a little smile. "Try to be happy, okay? I want you to be happy, and I hope that someday you'll find someone better for you than me."
He didn't wait for a response, didn't think he could handle it, and Floo'd home.