"He's great. I expect I'll come back to find him halfway having read a book and the task not quite complete, so he's perfect." Holden walked over to the bed and stood next to it so he could run his fingers through Felix's hair. Leaning down, he kissed him, hands trailing further down. Trying to feel his pulse, trying to see what his skin was like. Trying to gauge how he was doing.

"Sirius didn't want to leave. Separation anxiety. Young love." Ah, what a thing that was.