He couldn't look at her. Stan was a little misty-eyed and still a little angry, and he was sure his face was pretty bad. He put out his hand for the bug, though, and curled his fingers around it. "Thanks," he said, quietly. "I'm not trying to call you an awful person. I was trying to get my friend back."
Because, really, with everything else going on- Bole, and Oliver, and Neville, and Greyback- he really just wanted to stop fighting. "Just every time I try, I feel like you get angry again." He shrugged, staring at a rock. "I don't know how to fix this." And, Merlin, he was so tired of saying it, but it was true.