Theo has never felt this fidgety in his life. Standing up, sitting down. Crossing his legs. Uncrossing his legs. Pulling at his shirt. Then standing again.

His feet pull him into a pace around the small living room of his flat as his mind works overtime. It hadn't occurred to him until this moment how wildly under prepared he is for this.

You look insane right now, He thinks to himself as he ignores the eyes that are currently following his every move. You have never in your life looked more insane than you do right now.

A sigh forces it's way out of his mouth and he stops walking, turning towards the couch and those eyes.

Those eyes. His most treasured sight. The cause of his downfall if he catches even a shred of disappointment in them. But he has to do this. The truth has been eating him alive, and the weight on his chest makes it impossible to breathe.

Inhale. Exhale.

"I'm a spy for the Order of the Phoenix."