This is where it could have gone two ways. She could have either, been talking about the fact that it wasn’t exactly safe to be around him or she could have meant she was afraid of actually losing him. Justin, knew it would be ridiculous to assume the later so he didn’t. He assumed the before, and dipped his head to stare back down at the now untouched food. It had lost his appetite.
Especially when the person, he actually liked, couldn't or wouldn't like him back, because of his blood.
They weren’t even sitting that far apart, but somehow, Justin knew they weren’t sitting together anymore either. “I’m probably going to go home soon. Did you want apparate back, together?” He didn’t want to talk about this anymore.