Harry had lock his neck to keep from flinching away from Remus' touch. It wasn't Remus, just that it had been a long time since someone touched him with intimacy. Sirius used to bump his shoulder, wrap him up in lanky arms, sit so close that they were touching, but gentle brushes had been-
He shook his head viciously to shake off that train of thought, but it also happened to go with what he wanted to say. "You didn't fail Sirius. He loved you, counted you as his very best friend. There's no such thing as 'enough time'!" Harry's hand cut through the air like he could attack the very idea. If he started to think about all the times he could have been by Sirius' side and wasn't, he'd be lost.
"Sn- your mate couldn't even come tonight because of some ancient grudge, and he still hates me for being my father's son. And my father couldn't even say goodbye to me, so you'd think I could be let off the hook for that now, but I know better." Harry was startled by his own bitterness, but he couldn't accept meaning anything to anyone right now. He had a duty to Faelan, and he would see it through because he didn't want Faelan to always feel like he did now - meaningless.