A nancy boy? Maybe I just associate the smell with you and disagree.

[ he pets his hair slowly, smoothing the damp curls back from harry’s forehead. when he sees the slow leak of tears he sighs, shifting in the bed to lie beside him atop the covers, leaning up on an elbow to press his lips just below the corner of a puffy eye, catching one of the tears. ]

Tell me all about it, if you’d like. If not, then I’ll read aloud to you.