"What?" Harry peered at her, eyes blinking back the bleariness from drink. "Of course I know. Never doubted, really. Not even da at his worst." He pulled Lily into a full-on hug, holding onto her tightly despite the drink and vowing not to have any more if it was going to cause them to be maudlin.
It felt good to hold onto her like that, though. Harry was still getting used to the sensation; the way she smelled like a field in the spring, her thin arms trembling with how hard she held on, every time. He'd missed a lifetime of these moments and he let her hold on for as long as she liked, which was quite a bit too long for a public bar. Harry couldn't be arsed to care.