Right. Thinking. Planning. Anything but focusing on the way the heat of Harry's fingers seemed to burn into his skin. Fuck, this was just confusing the hell out of him, and he didn't want it to stop.

"Being here is more important, but thanks," he said, smiling at being called polished by Harry. "Be right back," he said, moving away reluctantly, pulling his jacket straight and heading out to get the the player.

He wasn't long, pausing to make sure JB was good and fed, and then heading back with the player in hand.