Oliver stared at the spot Harry'd occupied for a long time after he left without moving so much as an inch. "You're right, Harry. He doesn't deserve any more pain. He deserves someone who will look out for him, love him, and be there for him. I'm glad he's found that in you since I was utter bollocks at it."
The words seemed to unfreeze him. He lowered his wand and tucked it away inside his robes. As he turned to Apparate to his flat, only two more words fell from his mouth. "Too late."