Harry saw the look on her face and bit his lip, hand emerging from nothingness to scrub awkwardly through his hair before he shoved it back in the cloak. "Gin. . . I didn't mean. . . it's not that I don't want. . . There's just loads going on, yeah? I don't even know how much I'll be around and people try to kill me every other bloody day. It's just. . . more than I should have going on right now, yeah? It's not that it wasn't. . nice." He winced inwardly at the word, knowing it was a very bad choice. It had been more than nice. It would have gotten better, he was pretty sure.
He groaned a little and then nodded. "Yeah. Just. . . shut the door after me, okay?" He had a feeling she might not be willing to open it again for him, at this point.