"Yeah." Harry felt about the same way as his brother did about the weather. He knew they'd be here anyway, even in snow up to their armpits, if they had to. It was becoming a ritual. A routine. He just hoped it was enough stability to keep Inari--and, heck, even Thomas and Daniel--grounded.
He glanced over at Inari and Daniel. It was like watching like a kid in a pet store, kind of, though he couldn't say which was the kid, and which was the puppy, or kitten. They were probably both giving each other puppy eyes--and he wondered briefly if he should remind them about the chance of triggering a soulgaze. He bit his tongue, and looked back at Thomas, watching Justine place a hand at his back. "You know what they say," he said, "Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow..."