"I'm just-" Neville paused, choosing his words carefully. "I just thought you fancied girls, is all." Neville shrugged, stirring his soup a bit. He shrugged again before glancing back up at him.
"Sorry, I mean, I'm glad you told me. It... it feels good knowing that someone else knows. You know? I just... me and you and wrapping my head around everyone knowing through my journal and then... it's a lot to take in, right?"