He might have retorted, in any other circumstance, but there's Kate, going, going, not turning around.

Shit.

...Shit.

Well, fuck all of this.

Harry turns and stalks off himself. No matter that it's two miles to the dorm, and no matter whatever the hour is. His heart is pounding too loudly for him to think over. The walk will do him good.

...God, God. He grabs at his hair. What the hell just happened to them?