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Harry wakes up when the car crashes outside their window. It's loud. David's probably scared, he's making a kind of whimpering noise Harry hasn't heard in years. Time for hugs?
Wow, hugs don't usually feel this good. Harry gets kind of distracted for a second, before noticing that David isn't moving. He lets go and gives him some space.
"When it matters. You don't give up, but you don't just... keep going for no reason."
"It doesn't even hurt anymore!"
This is, admittedly, a lie. He keeps feeling phantom flutters across his skin, followed by whipcrack agony. But he's getting better at not flinching, and it's downright unfair that Harry should be too insane to shut up but still be able to read his face.
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