It feels good to feel Neil melt against his mouth, the content sigh filled with relief, the kiss eager. It feels good because he hasn't had much of this lately and he wasn't expecting much of it for the foreseeable future.

His eyes stray to Neil's neck but the bruise that was there before has faded.

The hand in his hair is bold, but Harry finds he likes that. He nudges against it, and then deepens the kiss.