It’s a comfortable silence, and when they reach Harry’s apartment he isn’t nervous at all. Not that he was when they ran into each other, but Neil has had moments of nerves with other men, and it’s rather nice to not feel it.

It’s almost sweet to be asked. He tilts his head into the touch on his hair, starving for the touch a little, and he nods. Then he steps in, not quite flush but very near, and leans in to brush his lips against Harry’s.