"Y'know, you're not the only one?" Harry lets out a long sigh. "The things we look after, I dunno, so many of yeh allergic t'knives. Havin' to change a lot, me."

It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.

"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.