Harry snorted softly and reached out to grip Oliver's hand if only to keep from tearing a hole through the table. "Are you sure about this? About me? I- I don't understand why I would interest you."
It seemed like the harder the words were to say, the tighter he squeezed the back of Oliver's hand. "I'm drawn to you. It's hard not to be, you're so intense." Harry didn't want to examine too closely why that appealed to him. "But me, I'm pretty boring past all that Boy Who Saved Us bollocks."