"Don't you put words into my mouth, Lavender," Seamus snapped before he could stop himself. He'd reached the end of his rope. "That's not what I said! It's just that what you're saying doesn't make any sense! How can I meet you halfway when I don't even know if we're having the same fucking conversation?" He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, leaving it practically standing up on end.
"Yeah, all right, I'm leaving," Seamus shot back as he turned to leave. "But do everyone and yourself a favor, Lavender? Get some help." He didn't want to hear what she might have to say to that. He'd tried listening and it had gotten him nowhere. So he left the shop without a backwards glance, worry and anger churning uncomfortably in his stomach.