Harry didn't respond. Inside, there was the soft murmur of voices, some laughter and toasting.

There was a wedding playing. One Harry had been the best man at, giving the speech to congratulate James for managing to hang onto Alistair, despite the fact that he clearly didn't deserve him.

Agent Percival and the former Lancelot, getting married when the laws passed. They'd had a civil ceremony years earlier, but a proper wedding when it was possible.

Harry was asleep in the pillows, breathing slightly rough and fingers twitching.