"Then I can be around for the pity visit too. You never know, maybe Sirius will be shirtless." Slightly inappropriate, but certainly a welcome sight. "It's not really pity. It's just-- Most people don't want to be alone, I guess. Don't want anyone to be alone."

Hartley felt alone. But he supposed he ought to be used to that. He'd always been alone. There was that time when he'd been with Harry before it all got worse. He hadn't felt lonely then. Finally had someone.

He ran a hand along the side of Harry's face and tried a smile, not sure how successful it'd be. "I know they hurt, but they're still beautiful. Your eyes. They're amazing. Defying reason. I couldn't stop thinking about your eyes after I met you the first time."