still,itwasdifferentwhenitwasjustdrao,whereheouldmakeasmanymistakesashewantedwithoutanyonewathing,andheouldtakeupthewholekithen,anddidn’tfeestrangeaboutturningontheradiotocelestinawarbek.whenharrywashere,itwaslikehewasalwayswathing.draofelthiseyesonhim,likeatiklerightbetweenhisshoulderbdes.

hedoesn’taskhimwhyhewashere.clearly,theoionofstnighthadnotbeendrunkennonsense,butsomethingthathehadbeenmullingoverforawhile.anddraohadmeantit,whenhetoldhimthatmaybeitwastimehelearnedwhatitwasliketobejustharry.hewasn’tabouttohasehimoutofhisownkithen,inasethatstoppeditfromhappening.

theystandinsileneuntildraoissatisfiedthatthepanakesaredone,andthedolesthemoutontoptes,sittingdownarossthetablefromhim.he’salmostnervous,sittingthere,andheantellthatharryistoo.

“isentmyresignationoutwithmpost.”harrytalksaroundamouthfuloffood,hidingbehindthepaper,likethatouldmakethislessimportant,lesslifealtering.“shouldhavegotitbynow.”

draodidn’treallyknowwhattodowiththat,butthesikpartofhiminthebakofhisheadthatwantedtokeepharryalltohimselfmadehisbreathingath.home.safe.mine.butthat’swasn’tright.harrywouldneverbesafe,thispewouldnotbeahomenomatterhowmuhdraoleanedit,andharrywouldneverbelongtohim.wouldneverwanttobelongtohim.

“good.”itwasameresponse.everythingdraosaysisameresponse,withalltheserevetionsharrykeepsdumpingonhim.“haveanotherpanake.”

harry

hedoesn’tfeelguiltyaboutit,exatly.

really.thethoughtofnotwantingtobeanaurorourredtohimawhileago,beforedraoevenametostay,ononeofthenightswherehewasreepingthroughhisownhome,lookingforbreakinsthatweren’tpossible.hehadhekedth

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