"Nothing," is Albus' go-to, instinctual reply, being the sort that keeps all things to himself.

But it's really not nothing.

"Er. That is, I mean ... well, you said you -" And here, Albus blushes furiously, before he manages to croak out the words, "- fan-fancy me, but I dunno.

"I've never actually - well, you wrote it yourself, I've never really fancied blokes before. So it's - well, it was a surprise that you -"

He huffs a frustrated sigh and tries again. "I don't really know how I feel about ... about you, beyond the fact that I still want to be friends. And I suppose it doesn't really matter anyway, does it, because -"

No. That sounds like it could be some really weird sort of accusation, and it's not what he means at all.

"I guess I'm just a bit confused. In general. About everything. And I don't really know why you'd even fancy me."