Fuck, that laugh. The smile. Harry knew he was staring but it fucking hurt in the best possible way to see those things again. He loved that laugh so bloody much, and he'd missed it for so long... He forced himself to look away, hoping Draco wouldn't notice the bit of moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. Dammit. He wasn't going to cry in a ice cream parlour surrounded by muggles just because someone who looked like and sounded like and basically was except wasn't his dead husband laughed.
"Um, I was just going to ask if you had kids. With or without stupid names." He cleared his throat and kept his focus on the wall. He was pretty sure he'd crack open if he looked back at Draco now.