Rabastan looked his friend over carefully, noticing his hooded eyes and woried expression. He knew what Am didn't want him to join the Death Eaters, Hell, he would have felt the same way if their positions were reversed. Amycus was part of a special, elite group of purebloods, people who could face danger with a sneer and didn't balk away from the hard jobs. Rab was none of those things. What if Amycus got him in, and he shamed them both? Would Am be kicked out as well? It wasn't fair of him to ask this of his friend. He should never have put him in such an awkward position.
Stupid stupid stupid! I should have just done it on my own, he'll never back out now, not once I brought Lucius into it. And that was a truly low blow. What was I thinking!
"I-I'm s-sorry," he stuttered out, hating himself. Not only was he being cruel, he couldn't even form a proper sentense.