you know what i like to think about? harry in nick’s living room. barefoot. playing with stinky on all fours. his hair long enough now to shake it in front of the puppy to his utter delight (he lost his glasses that were pushing it up the moment he entered the house, pig and stinky too enthusiastic to see him). and nick. standing against the wall and looking. listening to the stupid noises harry’s making at stinky (even pig thought they were ridiculous so she proudly retreated to her bed). and definitely not thinking anything like ‘they’re my two favourite idiots’. definitely not.