"I'll call you that, so long as you call me Harry the Ridiculously Good Looking," he teased, punching Ron's shoulder gently. It was a sign of fondness, and of concern, and he knew that Ron would understand everything he wasn't saying.
Harry grinned. "Let's bring the brooms. Maybe George and Gin will be there, and we can play a game of two on two Quidditch," he said, more excited about that than he'd been in a long time.
Ron nodded his agreement, and the two of them quickly gathered the brooms and Flooed to the Burrow to enjoy the day.