11 - Concern
"Shit man, I'm so sorry" the wolf-man said and Harry could feel the light tremors going through his friend's body.
The wizard somewhat awkwardly patted his friend on the back. He always hated making people worried. And he never knew what to say to reassure them. "I'm fine, Monroe. It was my choice to help you – and things worked out, didn't they?"
The man didn't answer but Harry felt the huff of breath on his neck as the wolf breathed in his scent.
He allowed the Blutbad this moment, this embrace.
Even though the honest concern for his wellbeing made him feel thoroughly embarrassed and uncomfortable.
And perhaps, just a little bit, touched.
Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and the wolf loosened his hold on him. "Tea, then?"
For a moment it looked as if Monroe would protest, say something more. But thankfully he didn't. "Yeah, that's fine."
Harry pretended not to notice that, before letting go, the man's arms tightened around him for a just a few heartbeats.
In turn, Monroe was kind enough not to comment on the fact that Harry led him up the stairs - to his home - instead of a table in the bakery.
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