He might have protested, at that. The truth was he didn’t know anymore, he wasn’t sure. It had all tipped over to anger now, the simmering kind that couldn’t be scrubbed away. Still, the past tense gave him an out, a false security. Of course he’d loved him. That was an easy answer.
“Yeah, well,” Theo said, casting a begrudging look at Lestrange, head tilted as if to reproach him for making him say something most people probably felt. (He could have asked don’t you?, but what would anyone say in disagreement?) “You’d better not tell anyone I admitted it.”
He breathed out, a little restless, to disguise the sigh it was. “Not that it’s much use now.” The love or the anger, for that matter. If he got over it, maybe he would actually be able to bring himself to care about the team again.
“Yeah, well,” Theo said, casting a begrudging look at Lestrange, head tilted as if to reproach him for making him say something most people probably felt. (He could have asked don’t you?, but what would anyone say in disagreement?) “You’d better not tell anyone I admitted it.”
He breathed out, a little restless, to disguise the sigh it was. “Not that it’s much use now.” The love or the anger, for that matter. If he got over it, maybe he would actually be able to bring himself to care about the team again.
