"No," he said, chuckling. "I don't think anyone ever did. The Baron I remember was too young to tell me, and now, he's... I don't think he minds that I make him talk." His son much like his brother wouldn't talk to anyone unless he pushed.
"Maybe. If it's the truth," Callum answered. "I'm going to play Devil's advocate here for a moment, and I can't even believe I'm doing this, but are you really the same person you were five years ago. You don't sound like the brother I had ten years ago, so I'm assuming that you have changed for her too, not that it's either here or there, but have you changed from two months ago? That's probably what you should ask yourself."
Callum shook his head. "Jesus, Al, you love this woman. You have to, to pull off this crap. I'll never understand why, but you do, so stop being a bloody Ravenclaw about this. You don't think and rationalise, that's not how it works. You love her, then find a way to be with her. Why can't she talk to you? Figure that out and make her talk to you. It'll take you out of your comfort zone, but if you really love her, then you fight for her, because if you don't, you will regret it for the rest of your life, no matter what you tell yourself when you want to play the logical Ravenclaw."