"That's why I like you, Reg. You don't let me get away with anything," Harry sat back and tried to look casual, but he was anxious to avoid those particular insecurities for now. "But, yes, Faelan and Oliver are doing better. There's still some weirdness there, though. You wouldn't believe the misconceptions those two had -- until a couple days ago, Oliver thought Faelan was with me!"
Harry laughed, but only to cover the frustrated, confusing thoughts he'd been having since finding out what Oliver had assumed. Harry hadn't been with anyone long-term but Draco, who'd hurt him badly by exiting their relationship with sudden ruthlessness.
Since the alchemical ritual that turned Harry into a roaming spirit for a few months, he had thought he'd put the pain of that break-up behind him. But Oliver reminding Harry that he could be in a relationship only seemed to bring up all of Harry's lingering doubts about himself and romance. He wasn't even sure if Oliver had been approving of the idea of his being with Faelan, and it bothered Harry that it would matter to him either way.