"Excellent," Norman said, "Get to sleep then. I'd like you there with me at the press conference." That wasn't necessarily part of the plan, but Norman had appearances to keep. He'd have Harry there, and then after they'd go out for lunch. Somewhere public. Norman was going to make damn sure that the press saw that he was fine. Healthy.
He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "I need some rest. It's been a long day. Good night, Harry." The pep in his voice sounded strange to any and all, probably most especially to Harry who was used to disapproving looks and stern remarks.
But Norman had every reason to be happy. And as he walked away, that smile on his face grew even wider with a sort of menacing Cheshire look to it.