Harry pulled his glasses off, and Ron instantly became a blur, a red-topped blur that hovered in front of him. Not seeing Ron somehow made it easier; he didn't have to see the hurt and upset and the lines of almost betrayal that seemed etched near Ron's eyes. Look at what I've done now. It never ends. I don't know how to be normal, not even with him.
Harry rubbed his face again, and for a moment his face showed exactly how exhausted he was, the mental cinderblocks that were weighing on him and never lifted for long enough to let him up for air. He stared at Ron for that moment, completely naked to the core, and then pulled that back to be merely bemused as he shrugged. "You and Hermione, you're fine," Harry said in a hoarse voice, looking down at the blurred knot of his hands. "You're fine and I - I just can't let it go, can I. I have nightmares about what happened sometimes. It's just hard to let it all go."
He let out a rueful laugh. "Ron? I've been sneaking out for years at night, starting our first year, and you've never noticed. Don't feel bad."
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