That's alright.

[The touch is a greater comfort than he'd care to admit. Harry forces himself to actually look at Will, figuring he deserves that at least. His red rimmed eyes are continually oozing tears.]

Supposedly it's based on an old Victorian recipe, but I'm not sure that's true. Pretty sure they thought you were a nancy boy if you wore scent back then.

[Harry's voice is as gentle as ever, but it's hoarse.]