They're all tangled, barely coherent, and Neil sighs a laugh when Harry manages to mumble those words. He lays there, content and boneless, and resists the urge to find Harry's hand and hold it. How terribly sentimental. But he does like being held in the aftermath of it.
"We'll get stiff if you stay like that," he says softly, with no intention of moving until he has to.
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"We'll get stiff if you stay like that," he says softly, with no intention of moving until he has to.