D was ready to go, but predictably Harry was taking his time. "Clean your fucking glasses and get on with it! I've got to get to the theare before five, goddammit. Ron and Mi have the car waiting, and for the love of god, Harry--oh." He stopped just as Harry came into the living room.
D walked up to him, put an arm around his waist. "No glasses then?" he murmured.
"Nope," Harry said resolutely. "Decided to try the contacts."
"I like you better when you don't hide from me," D said, pulling him out the door.
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