She let him touch her again, gradually relaxing and letting go again. "Yes," she said softly. "I've met so many different versions of Harry, so many possibilities, so many might-have-beens... At first I was excited by the idea that some of them had made Prime Minister and were aspiring to so much more. But then there was the one who'd done that and it - it wasn't good." She gave a little shrug, fingers tightening in his. "I don't know what I want, anymore."