Harry's finger's laced with hers when they're hands reached for each other again and he couldn't help smiling at the contact. He just needed to relax about this, act normal - just be Harry and Anna, right? They could do this.
Everything felt better right now, just going with her to check on Ryder like they'd done so many times together, but he had to fight a pang of guilt at the boy's words.
Daddy pictures.
He moved closer to them again, kind of crouching just behind Anna and looking over her shoulder with them, his own eyes moist as he saw the photos of his best friend. God, he missed him.
Without giving himself time to think on it or second guess himself, he reached over and took Anna's hand in his again, giving it a light squeeze.