"Fuck...yes I do," he said wearily, his jaw tight and shoulders all hunched and tense. "I can't just...not know. It would drive me mad." He swallowed hard, scrubbing at his left eye as a tic began twitching the muscles in his eyelid maddeningly. He was wound up beyond all belief and he wished more than anything that Hermione had just disposed of the damned letters, so he need never have known about them. Blissful bloody ignorance.