"You want everyone to get along, right? I doubt I would work in that little formula. I’d disappoint you." He pushed her off despite how much it pained him to lose her touch. Something he had been craving for several years now. The last time was when she gave his hand a gentle squeeze during the Battle of Hogwarts memorial as he mourned the loss of Crabbe and Professor Snape. The latter being someone he didn’t know cared about him enough to kill Dumbledore in his steed. Sparing him from the completion of the death mark ritual. 