"Brave?" Fred snorted, and then he did catch up to him properly, falling into step with those long priggish strides of his. "That's the Gryffindor in you, right? Brave man, running away from his own brother when he sees him on the street."
And he couldn't help that he sounded a little brassed, a little bitter. Fred went quiet for about a second, then started in again a little lighter. "Sure you want to do this, though? I mean, you head this direction, people expect you to talk to them. Laugh. Smile. It's all so much work for you, I know."