What a KISS. Migod, even before I sat myself down and said, "Okay, what's going on here? Try to take it in steps, you doofus," I saw that kiss and melted into a puddle. I love the sadness and serenity here, the age (and yet virility) in Harry's face, the way that you show Harry is seated and there's nothing too shocking or abrupt about what happens next; it's all so quiet. And the photos, making the case that there's nothing AU about this--it's all just lost longings. Did I mention how beautiful it all is? I adore it. Just adore it.