That Zach blamed on himself, on his stupid scaredness. And it was even worse now, actually. His father...his father hadn't done a damn thing, not anything Zach had feared. And he hadn't disowned him, hadn't tortured him, hadn't told him off. All his father had done was one of his crazy pranks to test Colin. Cedric...Cedric had wanted to tell his friends, his family, had wanted them all to know he was dating Zach. He hadn't said anything about coming out for the liking boys part, just for the Zach part. Zach. He had wanted them to know, and Zach had been scared. And they could have- they'd been together so- it could have been more. And it wasn't because of him. It was Harry's fault Cedric was dead, but the stuff that happened before that, that was Zach.
His shoulders had slumped, and there was far more focus on himself and his own stupid stupid stuff. He sighed, managing to pull in the tears enough that they stopped. And he wiped his face again and tried to pull himself together a little bit. After all, he was standing near Charing Cross...crying on the street. Most of the other people seemed to be sparing no more than a glance, but Harry Potter - it turned out - was still there. The silence would have been more awkward if Zach had realized that sooner.
"Um, that's what- I was on my way to lunch...too," Zach replied, feeling a bit lame, "I feel like I should get yelled at too, but Colin wouldn't like that." After a small pause, Zach realized he hadn't answered the question. "Um, sure," he added on.