Faelan looked down at his foot, fingering the frayed edge of his jeans. He knew how much it hurt losing people, and although he still didn't really get why it had hurt Oliver so much to lose him, he still felt immensely guilty about it.
"Maybe I'll try to spend more time at home," he said, although he knew it would be hard to resist the lure of his shut door and the heavy blankets Sirius had bought him that were so good for curling up under. With another person. But Harry was always there for him, so if Oliver thought he needed to be there in return, he supposed he did owe it.