The twist in his chest was painful almost to the point he cried out with it when Harry pulled away. He wanted to reach out, to pull him back and crush Harry's mouth to his again until whatever he'd seen playing across the other man's face during his silence was erased.
He settled, in the near term, for taking hold of his hand and twining his fingers with Harry's. "On the contrary, midnight came and went. The New Year rang in, and I can't think of any way I'd enjoy spending that moment more than I did kissing you, Harry."