"I'm not worried about you," he said. "Not that much, anyway. You could have let me be at the bookstore and that would have been the end of it if you really didn't want me around. I know that. But still." Peter curled himself into a slightly tighter ball and sighed, watching the nonsense on the telly for a moment.
"I s'pose I'm still afraid. Not even of turning evil, really. I still think about it, but most days I'm fine." Tonight was not such a night, clearly. "I reckon I'm afraid of not being brave enough to make the right choice if the time comes. It's probably what happened to him. I'd've not gone out looking for Death Eaters." Peter shook his head, trying to clear the images from his mind. "S'not your fault. You're not to know how crazy I am."