Harry lets Corbin grab his hand and lets him lead him down the hallway. "Hey."

He's got no room to talk about a messy room, but in Harry's case it's hard to tell the difference between normal-messy and depression-messy. Corbin's might be the second.

"What's so great about the roof, anyway?" As long as they're holding hands, Harry tries to slip his fingers between Corbin's, lacing them together.