"I couldn’t tell you." He sighed. "There wasn’t anything you did, any single thing, that made me. It was time. It healed what was hurt, for the most part, but it also made me miss you. You had arrived at the Potter’s mid summer after being disowned, although I imagine that’s a memory you still hold. I had held you in my arms as you were patched up." He smiled over at him. "Then we worked at it, at our relationship. Slowly but surely you showed me it was a blip, something you did, and you accepted what you did, but that you would never do again."