Harry stifled an annoyed and miserable sigh. Well, naturally that was the answer: you do the work, Harry! Why was he the one who had to struggle so hard to be normal again? Why is it all so hard? I'm so tired of having to - I'm just so bloody tired -
"Right," he said simply, catching her lips for a long kiss, more urgent than he intended, trying to cover up his utter hopelessness with an eager tongue and hands that caught her breasts and squeezed them hard. No. No. It'll get better. I just have to sack it up. I can do that. I can. Just - not yet. When I feel better. Soon, I suppose.
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