"Yes, actually, I can," Harry said, folding his arms over his chest. He'd received the same advice from more than one person that he trusted, to not consider Faelan's feelings over his own, but Harry couldn't go against his fundamental nature. "If you're not sure, that's one thing, but I'm not about to go off with your brother if it will make you think you're not wanted. I couldn't be happy that way."
Harry chanced reaching out to grip Faelan's shoulder. "Sirius left us together. I like your brother-" Putting voice to it made Harry realise just how much he had been missing Oliver lately, but it didn't deter him from continuing. "Rather a lot, actually. But if you think I'm taking him from you, or that you won't be a part of my family anymore-"
He shook his head, not wanting to speak the words aloud. After all this time and struggle, Harry hoped that Faelan would know better.