Faelan couldn't answer. He hadn't felt like anybody's family for a long time, until Sirius and Harry and Gaius. They had become a family, until it had fallen apart. But something about the look in Harry's eyes made Faelan remember that it wasn't gone. Even if Sirius was beyond them, and Gaius had moved on, it didn't mean they weren't still a family. Harry was here, and he certainly acted toward him like a brother. Didn't Harry keep feeding him and saying that he wanted them to stay together at Haven's Loft? Didn't Harry take him every full moon to the island, risking himself, to protect him?
Hearing Harry call him his family out loud, thinking about the tiny shards of his remaining family coming together, but knowing that Harry and Oliver both would give up what they wanted if Faelan only said the word, for no other reason than they didn't want Faelan to be unhappy...
Faelan blinked, and reached up to press his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
"No," he said hoarsely, "I'm good." With a silent but mortifying sniff, he lifted his chin high and gave Harry a firm nod. "I'm good."