"Oh yeah. It's all because of you. If it wasn't for you, I'd be out there in the park, shirtless tanning. Having a jolly good time." Hartley said it drily, then he leaned forward to grab a hold of Harry's hand. He wanted to kiss him properly, but his lover was coughing up blood. Obviously kissing was a no go. Instead he kissed along his arm, nuzzled his shoulder.

"All that happens when I go in the sun is that I freckle and burn." Maybe he wasn't quite as bad about it as Harry, but it wasn't as if either of them tanned. "I'll leave the shirtless frolicking to the Siriuses of this world."

A nice mental image, if nothing else. "I'll go to the lab later." When Harry was asleep. He couldn't stand the thought of wasting even a moment otherwise.