"And I can’t have you, I just can’t. Because I can’t have anyone. Even though I hate drinking coffee alone, and I hate eating dinner alone. I hate reading alone and working alone and  being  alone. All I ever am is alone. But that is how it’s supposed to be Hermione. I’m just too, just..." He pressed his palms into his eyes, leaving them for a moment before dragging his hands heavily up through his hair and hanging his head. He just wanted to go home, when home was still  home. 