"You can't ask every hot bloke you see to undress for you. You might not even be dying much longer!" Hartley berated Harry, but he couldn't get too angry. Harry was dying, after all. And Fandral was very hot. He sat down by his bedside, running a hand through his hair. "I'll be wearing the gloves and have my hearing aids altered for this, so I can discern the frequencies. As we discussed. If the therapy is working, it will still be a longer process, but some changes should be fairly immediate. You have to tell Stephen. Stephen will be able to communicate with me."

They had gone over all of this before, but Hartley felt it important to discuss it again. "And, no, I also won't be taking my shirt off."

"I would have taken my shirt off," Fandral chimed in, before giving Stephen a nod. "I'll wait outside. And if all goes well, I can still strip down later." He shrugged. "I'm Scandinavian. We have sauna. We love getting naked."