Falling asleep on the couch while waiting for him to come home. He gets in, calling your name, and amused when he finds you, book almost covering your face, your glasses still perched on your nose. He sheds himself of his coat and duffel, then makes his way to you, gently peeling the book away and removing your glasses from your eyes, murmuring 'thas' probably not comfortable, pet, c'mon let's get you to bed...' (sorry I was daydreaming about this today! xo)
And you’re kind of angry cause you’d been fine? Sleeping? And when he gets you put in bed, the sheets are a little cold, but then he gets in next to you and pulls you in close and you harrumph under your breath, but he’s warming the bed and he feels nice, and every now and then he mumbles something about his day, and you fall asleep with the last piece of information he’d told you still rattling around in your brain. And when you wake up in the morning, he’s still asleep, and you’re the one who kind of wakes him up a bit by shoving under his arm and cuddling in and getting that big inhale of sleep, and warmth, and bedsheets, and Harry.
He’s figured out that while jerking his paw away won’t stop me from doing his nails, slowly rolling onto his back and gently pulling his whole leg away will stop me immediately because I cannot handle the cute.
*it looks like he’s baring his teeth but he’s not. His top lip got stuck on his gums.