For a moment Luna just watched him settle in, far too bemused by how easily he seemed to fit into her home. When he mentioned her feet, she glanced down. Her toenails were still bright purple, she noticed. She grinned at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh I don't know, your feet could be just lovely. You know, I have the perfect shade of Gryffindor red toenail polish..." Although she had no intention of actually attempting it, part of her thought he really would look nice with painted toes.
He had to laugh at that. "Oh, no no no." he said, curling his feet further under him, as if hiding them from her sight would dissuade her from thinking of painting them. "I think that you've missed the point of my compliment!" he said, squirming uncomfortably, but still with a smile. The thought of his toes being painted like a girls? Not appealing to Harry in the least. "Just... wear the Gryffindor red for me now and then?" he suggested with a wink.
Giggling, she gave a mock sigh of disappointment. At his suggestion, her cheeks pinked lightly and she gave a nod of agreement. Luna recalled him mentioning a shared habit of eating carry-out in bed, which made her wholly unselfconscious as she continued to wrangle the long noodles from their carton. "I also got cashew chicken," she said. "You're welcome to it if you like."
"Cheers" he mumbled around a mouth full of rice. He wasn't exactly self conscious about things himself. "You're welcome to some kung pao too." he offered the carton to her. "You like spicy Chinese?" he asked, reaching over and grabbing a wonton and popping it in his mouth. He wasn't paying much attention to the movie... it was more background noise. He was much more content watching Luna, and conversing with her. He'd been on his own for a long time now, without much of anyone to talk with. It was nice to have her there, knowing he could likely say anything to her and the worst reaction it might elicit is a raised eyebrow.
Luna's interest perked from her noodles. "Oh yes, please," she nodded, taking the kung pao from him, placing her noodles on the coffee table and shuffling their containers around for easier access. There was something nice about trading things back and forth, sharing dishes that felt warm and cozy. Settling back, she let her leg rest against Harry's. Her eyes swept over him. In some ways he looked so different, and yet more like himself than she could remember. "I think it's a good thing you left the Ministry," she decided. "You seem... happy."
With a nod, he relieved her of her noodles, taking a few bites. He was very comfortable, and realized that he was incredibly happy. "I... I am happy." he nodded. "I'm not sure how long it's been since I was happy. I mean, I'm a bit scared because I dunno what I'm going to do from here. I mean, I spent years assuming I was going to work as an Auror. I dunno where to go from here. But hey, I'm happy." he said with just a note of sarcasm in his voice.
She tilted her head to the side, appreciating that she had found something she enjoyed, that didn't also drive her batty. Sure it presented a problem of what to do, but things had a way of sorting themselves out when they needed to. Besides, Harry always seemed to manage pretty well when thinking on his feet. "I suspect you'll find a path to follow," she said pleasantly, her voice a little softer. "And though I'm not sure where you're going, I'm rather pleased with where you are now." It was the sort of thing Luna generally didn't say, but it was true. And she meant it. And for some reason she didn't blush when she said it.
Harry smiled softly. He couldn't help himself... he had to kiss her. What she'd said was so perfect that it filled his heart with hope. He set his own container of food aside and leaned in, taking hers away from her and setting it on the table as well, not really waiting for permission. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers tenderly, feeling a bit of tingle. He wasn't sure if it was her, or the remains of the spice from kung pao chicken on their lips, but he certainly wasn't complaining.