Tim just shrugged as Harry commented on his sense of comfort. The other man moved back to the right spot and didn't push the subject further which was good. Ever since Sam, there had been a kind of hole in his heart that could never be filled no matter what he did. Having someone close felt better, and the women he slept with didn't exactly count as 'someone close'. With Harry, it was different. More comforting and less about a physical connection.
They settled in to watch the movie, and Tim enjoyed it thoroughly. It was a bit predictable in some places, but he loved the dynamic between the two main characters. It wasn't until Harry grabbed his hand that Tim realized he had still be drawing doodles with his fingers. "Sorry," Tim replied sheepishly, turning to look at Harry. The other man was focused on the movie, and Tim noticed the strong angle of Harry's jaw, the outline of his face. Handsome in a rugged sort of way. Before Tim could get caught staring, he turned his attention back to the TV, but not before turning his hand over to lace his fingers with Harry's.