Harry didn't care that his ribs were complaining. It was mild enough pain, and clinging to his mother was more important at the moment. "You wouldn't be a bother, Mum." He grinned a little as she admitted that she didn't like Bas for a moment. "Bastian doesn't want to take away what I have with you, I promise. What about my father? What's Dad done now?" He asked, tempted to ask if his father had visited him in hospital, but part of him didn't want to know if he hadn't.
"Shh...Mum, the past is there for a reason. You made the decision you did for a reason. You did the best you good. You're the world's greatest Mum, and I've never thought any differently than that. I don't blame you for me not having my birth right. You made a really tough decision, you were strong enough to take on the responsibility of a child. I will always be grateful for you. You aren't going to come between Bastian and I, yeah? I can manage more than one personal relationship," Harry reassured his mother gently, his good arm still around her comfortably. "Why don't you think it's a good idea?"