Harry placed a kiss on the top of her head when she settled against him, working her way under his arm so that it fit nicely around her. It didn't matter what she wore to bed, he was just happy to be with her. Besides, the less clothes she wore the more he could use the excuse that he was keeping her warm. Though, he supposed he didn't need an excuse to be close to her.
"I'll still be here," he responded, reaching for her tea. It was still quite hot, but when one was used to drinking tea, the hotter it was, the better...or at least that's what he thought. He held it for her until she was ready to take it. "even if you're sleeping. You're exhausted, love."