Even still, still, Lissing was misconstruing everything Basil tried to articulate! It was infuriating. The Ravenclaw snorted derisively, not even deigning to respond to the atrocious mangling of his communication. Lissing was never going to get it. He was never going to understand how… complicated all of this was. It wasn’t simply black and white, to love or not to love! Ignoring the red-head’s statement about his family entirely (because really, that would have to be categorized and revisited later), Basil took a deep breath.
“You’re right.” he finally conceded coldly. True or not, he knew at this point there was no amount of discussion that would force Lissington to hear him for what he was saying. They were both beyond that point.
Perhaps Basil had been too hasty this year letting the Hufflepuff get so close. Perhaps this whole endeavor had been a mistake. Their friendship, their bond, their shared moments. What had he called it? A sham? Perhaps after all this, Gus was right. Deep down the very notion of such a defeat ached at Basil in places he didn’t even know could hurt, but he held firm.
“I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time.”
There was nothing more to say.
“You’re right.” he finally conceded coldly. True or not, he knew at this point there was no amount of discussion that would force Lissington to hear him for what he was saying. They were both beyond that point.
Perhaps Basil had been too hasty this year letting the Hufflepuff get so close. Perhaps this whole endeavor had been a mistake. Their friendship, their bond, their shared moments. What had he called it? A sham? Perhaps after all this, Gus was right. Deep down the very notion of such a defeat ached at Basil in places he didn’t even know could hurt, but he held firm.
“I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time.”
There was nothing more to say.
Loving you is a losing game.