Faelan smirked, taking a gulp of his beer as soon as Tom set it down. "Any time's a good time for a piss up, isn't it? By the way, it's not you," he went on, Harry's change in expression at Faelan's words not lost on him. "It's not anyone, really. Just me feeling restless and...confused, I guess."
It was always difficult for Faelan to admit how he was feeling, but it was getting easier and easier with those he cared about, and he actually found Harry pretty good to talk to sometimes. The man had experienced things Faelan never had, and he had good advice once in a while. Then again, he doubted Harry was in the mood to talk about the zombies or the challenges Faelan was having with learning magic at a time when it was being so volatile for everyone. And Padma was a friend of his, so he had to tread lightly there as well.
It just figured that when he finally felt ready to open up, there were all kinds of reasons not to.
"Hey, how's Hermione doing?" This wasn't really an uplifting subject, either, but try as he might, he couldn't think of anything positive to talk about. Maybe after he drank some more he'd get more creative. He gulped more beer, wondering if he could beat Harry to the bottom of his glass. He had some catching up to do, anyway.