Harry sighed at her response. It wasn't in contentment or relief. He had a feeling she wasn't exactly being honest with him and that hurt. He had no proof to say otherwise. She sounded sincere, but there was something missing from her tone. He was just as confused as ever. If she wasn't lying, why did he think she was? If she was lying, then why did she feel like she had to? Was she angry with him? This certainly wasn't how he expected the night to go. He was suppose to be happy that she was back and while he was indeed, happy, it was overshadowed by the current mood.
He supposed there really was nothing to be done about the matter. Sooner or later she'd tell him the truth and perhaps then he'd work toward overcoming his own insecurities. He wanted to give her the world if she asked, but he wasn't going to do anything until he was sure that was what she wanted. His mind was once again spinning and he could feel the beginning of a headache creeping up by his temple.
Removing his arms from around her, he placed a light kiss against her temple. "It's getting late. We should get some sleep." He supposed that enough damage had been done for one night. Perhaps sleep was the best thing for the both of them at the moment.