Harry pouted. "You give me too little credit. I might even grow fond of him and cut him a break. But now we'll never know."
He made a small 'mmming' sound as she ran a hand through his hair. "You can always do that, by the way. And like I said, I'm sure he's fine with everyone else. He just likes to freak me out. I really wish he and Dad would just beat the hell out of each other and get over it. It's like dogs peeing on a tree or something. You'd be fine."