"What do I want?" Ron scoffed again. What did he want? He didn't fucking know half the time. To not be the constant failure that was only important because he was, at one time, Harry Potters best friend. To not feel so completely pushed away that he hadn't even realized he was dating Hermione--- which, he felt, he had a right to feel a little betrayed about.
"It's not what I want. It's never what I want all I do is fuck things up. Besides, you came in here. What do you want?"