You and Harry are sitting on his dad's ship together. You're in Harry's room. He's yapping about who knows what. You don't know what any of it means, but you like hearing his voice. And the accent. Gods, you love that accent.

"And like I said, y'know, I- ...are you listenin' to me?"

"Hm?" you ask, playing it off.

"You're not listenin'."

"Nope," you say. "I just really like hearing your voice."

He snorts a little bit

"Sure ya do."