@thirsttoprove - cont
That was the trick of it, wasn't it? He never planned, not for the long term. Yes, he was quite good at acting like he'd known it all along, but he was improvising. He was always improvising. Things only worked out in his favour as often as they did by a combination of intuition, good reflexes, and luck. And his luck never held out for long, did it?
He was surprised Harry wasn't yelling. Sort of wished he had been, because then he might have been able to keep yelling back at him.
Because I like you, you damned idiot. Was that so hard to believe? That he wasn't willing to just give him up, that he'd convinced himself he could just keep dodging the consequences for the rest of his life --? Or that, just maybe, he might've started to imagine that he could make him understand --
Apparently, it was.
"I don't know." He felt something clench inside his chest, heard himself speaking, coldly, as if from several metres off. "Maybe I'm just a fucking sadist. Maybe I just wanted to see the look on your face when you found out. That's the only thing that makes sense, yes?"
"That, or I'd have to be incomprehensibly stupid."















