"I tend to stick with 'Don't trip.'" Neville sufficed, giving Ron a wry grin before shrugging. "It's a safe bet and always something good to aim for." He finished his beer and set it back on the table before standing.
"What do you want?" he said to Zach, turning to face him. Maybe because he liked torturing himself, but he wanted Zach to look at him, wanted to see for himself the regret that would be etched on Zach's face. Maybe if he saw it, the rest of the night would be easier to bare.
"I'm getting the rest of you something, too. My treat, so tell me what you want..." He looked to his mates then and gave a smile, though it was far from genuine, but Neville had perfect fake smiling over the years and it was hard to even tell he was faking.