Harry's lips parted in a soft 'whoosh' of air as Jack's free hand went to the side of his face; it seemed to fit perfectly there and he leaned into it slightly, somehow comforted enough by its gentle guiding that he was able to meet Jack's gaze again.
"Thanks," He said simply, unbelievably relieved that Jack understood, that the interest was mutual; that one little word tried so hard to convey all that. Harry shivered lightly as deft fingers traced along his jawline, the simple touch sending tiny sparks through the bone, leaving a pleasantly burning trail in their wake.
"Dinner would be fantastic," He agreed, grinning sheepishly. It wasn't exactly the truth; as much as he loved food, what he really wanted was for Jack to kiss him. But that could come later, now that they both knew what was going on and everything was out in the open. Merlin, it felt nice. "Kreacher's made enough for an army. We didn't know what kind of food you liked so he made several things..."