Sun-bright gentleness (always, you have a home here)

"Your mother called, she says she's worried."

She says, not she is. Harry notes the deliberate wording and sighs.

"I am sure," He says and despite how he tries, it's hard to get the bitterness out of his voice. Lando levels his look, he feels the prickle of it burning on the side of his face. It doesn't matter if he can't see his face, he just knows that Lando is making a face at him. Just as he knows he's staring.

It's not supposed to be as comforting as it is. It isn't suppose to make the knot in his chest loosen, but it does.

Familar, something he knows, can be certain in. He hasn't that since the surgery and woke up to completely darkness and learned that his world is going to stay that way. Only uncertainty, and a sea of faces and voices, he doesn't know and a long, long day that never seems to end.

"At least you get the hoard of sweets out of it," Lando says after a while, a little dry but Harry can hear the hint of a smile in his voice.

It makes his lips curl, and scoot closer to his friend. Lando makes a sound, exasparated, and done. Harry startles, jerks up but Lando loops an arm around and pulls him straight in to lean into the dip of his shoulder.

"You don't need to hesitate about that, idiot," He says, fond, threading his fingers through his hair. "You always know I have space for you."

Harry tries to make his mouth, to say something. Preferably, scream or something. He can't manage anything but bury his red face further into Lando's shoulder, his heart turning in his chest from how he ached for this type of contact, after everything. In this sudden darkness, Lando's fingers in his hair making soft motions and the weight of him beside him, real, it's everything.

His throat narrows and he chokes up, a little.

He reaches a hand out and fumbles around for a while, but manages to catch the edge of his friend's shirt, and tightens his fingers around it.

Thank you.

"Yeah, I got it," Lando drops a quick kiss to his forhead to which Harry protests at but warmth is curling tightly around his bones at the gesture, the feel of a smile pressed to his skin, and he can't quite stop the grin, either.