"I figure it's an awful common allergy, knives. Sorry you gotta deal with it so much." He gives him a nudge under the blanket and squeezes his hand.

"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.

He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.