Neil smiles, only a little shakily, because--well, because Harry sounds like he means it, and Neil can't not smile about someone genuinely pleased to have him around. He runs his fingers gently over Harry's carefully styled hair, cupping the back of his neck in an exceedingly gentle way. Intimate and terrifying.

He doesn't want to care quite so much, but he does. It's awful. He can't stop.

"It'll be in August," he says. "Not long before school starts."