"I know exactly why I love you," that was a simple answer. "You're one of the best things I ever let get away. We just aren't healthy for each other anymore." Though, to be honest, they probably hadn't been healthy for each other at Hogwarts either.
Benjy turned where he sat, the movement exaggerated by his drunkenness. He sat on one of his folded legs now and peered at Oliver, something like a glimmer of stupid hope shining in his eyes. "We're gonna hurt eaxh other. None of this will end well." He shook his head to make a point.