Harry had to smile at their kindness and playfulness. "You both know me better than Faelan, but he's been through a lot. More than you know." He left a cup of tea near Regulus, prepared to his liking, and floated the rest of the tray to land in front of Gaius. Harry sat on the corner of the table next to him.
"I mean, I'm still the Pope of Pity City, yeah, but I can put myself in Faelan's shoes," he said with a wry grin. "Sometimes, I think even Oliver doesn't fully understand how alone that kid's been."