"Well," Harry said with a weak smile back at her, "We just won't count that, then." He reached up and brushed his fingers through her hair. He cleared his throat.
"S'funny," he murmured, though it wasn't really funny at all. "Never used to see you much, sometimes for weeks. Now you're asleep for a week and I don't know what to do with myself." He was trying to joke, but it was hard. He'd started taking some things - some people - a little too much for granted.