[ will only holds harry tighter, buries his face into his hair. he reaches to hold the back of his head with one hand, keeping him molded and pressed close as he cries. yes, this is real. if this wasn’t, harry wouldn’t be crying like he is now. ]
Thank you for trying. Thank you for the letter. I -
no subject
Thank you for trying. Thank you for the letter. I -
[ a huff, as he tries to find the words. ]
We’re both safe now.