A smile quirked on Michael's lips. "You never used to be this much of an optimist, Stephen," he said, shifting his pillows slightly so that his head was propped at a better angle. "Married life is serving you well." That was slightly more of a biting comment than Michael had meant to make, truly, but- well. He closed his eyes for a moment, a look of remorse on his face at his words. "I'm sorry"
His smile returned again. "I wouldn't have put you all at risk. If I was going to fall in I'd have just fallen in. You could have fished me out or just dragged me along beside the boat, it would have been fine," he laughed. "It was a nice day. We should- we should punt in the lake or- or something. Borrow Hagrid's boat. I don't know."