The utter perplexity in Harry's voice and face answered the question immediately and Faelan relaxed his shoulders, which he had not realized were tense. "No, no reason. I mean...I don't know." Glancing away from Harry's eyes, Faelan stuffed his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket that had been his first gift from Sirius. Well, besides refuge. And food.
"Just, you and...Oliver. Together now. I thought maybe..." He smiled sheepishly. "I don't know."