He could almost hear Harry's voice in his head as he watched his brother react and knew what he had to say, what he had to do. Even though he also knew Fae wasn't much on contact, he, Oliver, was. And this was one of those times.
Oliver leaned across the small space and laid a hand on his knee. "Fae. If this, if it bothers you at all...," he had to pause, the truth of it hitting him in that second. No matter what he'd thought before entering the nursery, about nothing keeping him from carrying forward with Harry, he was wrong. There was one thing that would.
"I like Harry a lot, I do. But I won't pursue anything at the expense of losing you again."