Harry caught the cup and added a bit of milk and tried to resist the sugar for now. Bother of a habit to kick, he was glad he'd never smoked or something. 'That's pretty much it,' Harry said. 'I was wrong so many times and...' He sighed. 'Then he was dead. Now that he isn't I have to talk to him.'
There was something else there than feeling bad about Snape's fate. It was also a feeling that perhaps he knew things and could explain things that Harry needed to know. Deeper down there was the knowledge that they'd both been used more than Harry had ever imagined.