It's not that he doesn't see friends or have them over sometimes! Life just.. kinda gets in the way and people have their own things to do, right? It does give him plenty of time to think about how he's not happy. No, that sounds dramatic, too, doesn't it? He's fine, it's fine. This is just one of those times where he's just got to slog through and things will get better at the other end of the tunnel.

He gets out of his head when she touches his arm and it's such a fond and gentle thing that makes his resolve waver. Harry's never been particularly good at lying to Hermione and he can't find it in him to start- especially with the way she's looking at him so earnestly.

He opens his mouth to argue that he didn't jump right in, that he had been eager to become an Auror. What comes out is a sigh. Dragging a hand through his disheveled hair, he glances back at Hermione, looking a little lost.

"It's just not what I thought it was going to be. I dunno. I feel guilty for not getting the same thrill that Ron and the others do. I know I'm helping and doing good work." He shrugs. "I just don't feel it."