"Yeah." He merely said, not able to look at him any more. His own voice was weak and this hurt way more than he wanted to admit.

"I don't know what you want from me. I was only trying to help. But it just... I like... I don't know. I can't explain it. And that's a rubbish excuse to end a friendship. What about school unity or all that rubbish the Sorting Hat keeps blubbering on about?" He asked, finally looking up.

Like hell was he going to just let him go, let him walk out of his life. He didn't know why he cared, but he did. And he wasn't going to let Snape pull away from him.