The sun is rising and he doesn't even know why he's awake but broken memories are flashing through his mind and splitting his skull in half.
"Come on… let's get you back to your room."
"Please."
"Don't tell."
He decides he can't piece these memories back together- it would be like sticking a mismatched jigsaw puzzle together with glue. But he remembers Lucy Weasley, and Lysander, and he groans.
"I- I love you." He thinks this is in Lysanders voice.
"You're gay?"
"I told you, labels mean nothing to me."
Shaking his head, he realizes the bottle is once again empty and everything is still a mess. Everything will always be a mess. He needs to talk to Albus or Cass or Rose but they're all too busy for him, really.