Even now, sitting in the library, one of his hands was entwined with yours under the table, his temple leaning tiredly against your shoulder. "Read it, again," he says, in a slightly husky voice, when he heard you turn page.

The book will be over very soon

He's not ashamed to be a little... infirm around you. You're paying attention to him, aren't you? That's the most important thing. That you're here and not with someone else, someone who could hurt you.