"Oh. Right," he said, glancing to the carpet. He hadn't thought of that. He wasn't used to having to be so secretive. He didn't care for it. He tilted his head up, looking to her. "Ah. I don't even know...how to try and remember. She said I shouldn't force it."
He took in a breath. "I know that...I don't feel angry with Harry and Ron anymore...and I feel guilty as hell. I...well...I've been rather rude to Hermione...and I shouldn't even admit I've bumped into her...but I know that I am not as angry as I was when I saw her. I don't feel...like they did something wrong anymore," he rambled, letting Tonks briefly into everything that was going through his mind.