I haven't heard a word in a couple of days, and Dean's no better, he's been working on something lately, I think. But he won't tell me what it is, and he doesn't seem in the mood to move, much less talk. I think he's brooding about something.
no matter how often I tell him what he means to me, he doesn't seem to believe it. I can't blame him, not after all this, even if he doesn't believe Peeves, I know he's worried that I might run out on him, and this whole...situation, doesn't help things.
I am going to get some treacle tart, and perhaps take a walk. I need to think.