"The news is all shit, so you don't want to bother with any of that," Hartley declared after sitting down, having just gone out to buy a newspaper. Waste of money, that. "Unless you want to do a crossword."

Did Harry do crosswords? Probably not. Didn't seem like something he'd enjoy. Of course, these days he was hard pressed thinking of anything Harry enjoyed, other than snarky comments and making people feel uncomfortable.

Hartley set the paper aside, then leaned forward to adjust Harry's pillows for him, wanting to avoid him getting sore. He knew better than to ask how he was feeling, although sometimes he still did. A good way to get out those snarky comments. "Apparently Sirius is coming by later. Holden said. And supposedly Aziraphale raised a good chunk for my research." There was something to get into later. Pretend he wasn't close to hitting another wall with it.