"I know. I know. It fucking sucks," he said, meaning it, even if it didn't offer much. Holding him now with both arms, lightly stroking over his shoulders, along the upper part of his back.
"Take it slower then. Let it happen as it happens. There's no rush, Harry. No making yourself sick."
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Date: 2016-06-03 04:43 am (UTC)"Take it slower then. Let it happen as it happens. There's no rush, Harry. No making yourself sick."