Harry was relieved that she felt alright. He didn't want her to be upset anymore, particularly over some stupid argument. It wasn't important anymore. What was important was the fact that they were alright, that things would work out. He was enjoying lying beside her. It had been too long since he'd been able to...well, been able to without anything hanging between them. He'd missed having her beside him at night.
After the initial shiver caused by her fingers, Harry remained still, growing accustomed to her touch. In sensitive spots he'd shift slightly, but never away from her. For several minutes he just remained there, her hands brushing lightly over her skin and he watched her. When he couldn't remain there any longer, he pulled her closer to him.
He wanted to say a million things, half of which seemed to be apologies, but he didn't say anything. He simply held her, kissing her when the desire arose. The apologies weren't needed. Half of what he wanted to say she already knew. There were times when it was better not to say anything at all, even Harry knew that. That moment seemed to be one of them.