Oliver was missing the point. "You are part of that group, you great prat! I wouldn't hurt Faelan or you for anything!"
Harry stood and walked to the other side of the room, fueled by aggravation and frustration and the need to put some distance between himself and the temptation Oliver represented. It would all go bollocks-up in the end; he had to keep that in mind, too, or he would wind up hurting both brothers. "You need to talk to him. I'm not doing him any good; he needs you now."