Harry frowned, pulling away slightly to look at Bastian seriously. "Bastian, stop. You're acting like I'm going to get up and leave you at the first sign of trouble. We can be in a tent, living off beans from a can and I will be at your side. Don't you get it?" He practically huffed, giving his lover a pointed look. "I love you. Do I need to marry you to prove that? To prove that I won't leave you?"