- - - - - Simon breaks a half-laugh. "So that didn't count?" "No," Harry says, lightly dragging his nails along Simon's neck, "It didn't." Simon clings to their closeness. He lets go of Harry's shoulder and finds space for his hand between the two, tracing his forefinger along the other's jaw and using it to tilt his face upwards. His voice barely rises past a low rumble. "Then tell me when it does." - - - - -