There's a small flicker of surprise in his expression as she settles next to him on the bed. There's definitely obvious guilt when he spots the tension in her shoulders. There's something overwhelmed and pained and loving all at once on his face, when Harry's settled on his chest. He can't help the way he ever-so-carefully lets his hand settle against Harry, keeping the baby balanced properly.
There's just the slightest of winces when her hand comes up to smooth at his hair. It's from an instinct years old but resurfacing again now that he's feeling frightened and vulnerable.
And then he's back to quiet hurt and guilt, again, looking up at her when she starts speaking. The roughness in her voice pains him deeply.
"Lily--" he begins, his voice soft, but it's hard to find the words to explain. The plan that had made so much sense not so long ago is falling apart in the face of their hurt and the minuscule nugget of relief at surviving that he's still trying to understand the existence of. He can't meet her eyes as he murmurs, "I was-- trying to keep you all safe."
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There's just the slightest of winces when her hand comes up to smooth at his hair. It's from an instinct years old but resurfacing again now that he's feeling frightened and vulnerable.
And then he's back to quiet hurt and guilt, again, looking up at her when she starts speaking. The roughness in her voice pains him deeply.
"Lily--" he begins, his voice soft, but it's hard to find the words to explain. The plan that had made so much sense not so long ago is falling apart in the face of their hurt and the minuscule nugget of relief at surviving that he's still trying to understand the existence of. He can't meet her eyes as he murmurs, "I was-- trying to keep you all safe."