Faelan wasn't really sure how to admit that he'd missed Oliver too, when he still felt like he barely knew his brother. There was always, still, the deep down fear that his brother would leave him, or that Harry would, and that terror, which had sharpened substantially when Sirius left, was so agonizing now that he could hardly breathe. Padma had left too, and it felt like he was always holding onto people with invisible strings, impossibly thin, which could snap irreparably at any moment. It never occurred to him that some people could be just as desperate to hold on to the string at the other end, when others had let it go so easily.
Life was always so confusing.
"I haven't been following the scores very well. I'm sorry."