Callum rubbed his face with his hand, the heels of his hands pressing against his eyes. The movements were slow, and it took even longer for him to collects his thoughts and explain things in any logical order. "All right, let's start at the beginning. When I came here, I was not my best. In fact, I pretty much wanted to kill your uncle before letting one of those Death Eaters kill me. I didn't see the purpose of being here, I understood even less how Al could have let us die in the name of some ideal.
"Then we got to Hogwarts and things were better. I could see why we were doing things or at least I didn't have to deal with being in the real world." He hadn't realised until now what the big change was, though, and the revelation floored. "It wasn't even that; it was you. You've been my purpose in life since I found out that your mum was pregnant with you and then you weren't there, and I didn't know how to deal with things, but then you were back working with me, and things were right again."
He didn't think that he was making any sense, but he needed Baron to understand where he was coming from, before he could even tell him about Charlie. Suddenly it had become about so much more. "When we came here, I realised that you don't need me, and Charlie- Well, you can't possibly fuck your boss on a regular basis and not expect people to talk. I've started drinking and fucking, hit on someone that I shouldn't have, probably wouldn't have if I weren't drunk. Younger than you," he said, shaking his head. "That's why I wanted to leave. It's not right for you to have to deal with any of this. These are my problems and not yours."