Harry || Abigail
"Nah, I get it. I'm short, skinny, and have perpetual baby face. Even when I am twenty-one, I'll be getting ID'd all the time." He snorts and shrugs.
"I would probably guess you were older than eighteen. In a good way." He wouldn't say anything about anybody's scars or otherwise. It wasn't his place, and, honestly, he wouldn't want people asking if it were him. "Honest."