"I'm not at all that's the thing," he tried to explain, "and you're still my best friend." He picked his beer back up off the counter, leaving the wine. Wasn't trying to make her cry, "I'll be on the couch if you want to join. If I hear the floo, I'd understand." He walked back out of the kitchen before turning back around, "just don't leave without saying good bye, at least." He disappeared around the corner and slipped back into his spot on the couch.