"Oh," Faelan answered bluntly. So they weren't together...yet. That was just like him, always jumping to conclusions. He felt stupid, and felt his face turning red. Why had he thought the relationship was further along than it was? Maybe because of how important it had seemed to Oliver. He may have been separated from his brother for a long, long time, but he still knew the look of longing in Oliver's face when he saw it. It was the same way he'd used to stare at the wireless during the Quidditch Cup when they were kids. Oliver wanted this.
"Well, I..." Faelan looked up at Harry's face. "You can't make that choice because of me. I'll be fine," he said, shaking his head, "no matter what."