“everything’snotokay,atually.youwanttoknowwhy?”draodidn’t,really.hedidn’twanttoknowwhyharrylookedsopale,orwhyhiseyesareredenoughtomakedraothinkhehadbeenrying,orwhatthatstainonhisshirtsleevewas.hedidn’twanttoknowwhyhewassoteorwhyhishandsorshakingorwhyhehadsmmedthedoorsohardwhenheamein.hejustwantedthingstobeokay.“seamuswentandbloodytriedtokillhimself,that’swhy,rippedhimselfapartfromwristtoelbow.”

“iseverything—”hemeanttoaskifeverythingwasokay,butdoesn’t,beausethewordsaren’toutofhismouthbeforeharryislevelinghisstareathim.

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heseemedtobewaitingforsomesortofreationondrao’spart,anddraofelthorriblylikehewasfailingsomesortofatest.heputsthebookdownandthegetstohisfeet,likehemightatuallybethinkingaboutwalkingoverandgivingharryahug,ofallthestupidideas.butthenharryleavestheroomentirely,anddraofollows.

ownonthehairwithanangerthatdraohadn’tseensheywereinshool.“somethingameup.”

harryiskikingthehair.repeatedly.andthenheissittinginit,hunhedoverwithhiselbowsonhisknees,handsyankingathishair.andthenhe’sstaringupatdraolikehemightfindsomeomfortthere,thefaeofsomeonewhohasreahedtheirbreakingpoint.“itneverends,doesit?”hesoundslikehehasbeendrainedofeverystdropofmotivation,likefinallyaftereverything,seamuswillbetheonewhobreakshim.“itjustbringsmorepain.”

“it’llstop.”draosays,wifthisishelpful,wifheshouldleaveharrytoworkthroughthisonhisown.“we’vejustgotalongwaytogo.”

harrystaresathimforamomentandthenhestands,andforhalfamomentdraothinksheisleavingbeausewhathesaidwaswrong,wasuive,andhe’salreadyhalfwaytoapologizingwhenharryre-enterstheroomwhileshruggingonhisoat.“i