He closed the door and smiled at David apologetically. He probably shouldn't have brought him here, considering he lived together with no less than three other people, but as an auror you learn to be cautios. Even about letting your date take you back to their place.
Yeah, saying it like that did make the whole thing sound rather pathetic.
But he thought as the so-called savior of the wizarding world, he had earned his paranoia. You didn't just live through your entire childhood and youth in constant fear of being beaten (which he had been), emotionally scarred (which he proably was too, with his mere 19 years) or even killed (which he had definitely been) without the whole ordeal leaving a mark. Well, a psychological one in addition to the actual phyisical scar, in his case, he supposed.
God, he felt pathetic.
"I think I should leave...", David said, shooting him a weary glance.
Harry bit back the 'but it's only 7pm!' and instead bit his lip and nodded.
"Ok. I'll see you?", he said instead.
David nodded slowly, but his expression gave Harry the distinct impression he'd not see him ever again.
He walked his not-date-anymore to the door in silence and then they stood there for a moment, Harry inside, leaning against the doorframe, David on the porch, clearly wanting nothing more than to leave and return to his perfectly normal life.
A possibility Harry was honestly a little jealous of.
A litte.
But really only a little.
"So.", David murmured and it sounded like a question. How did one answer such a question?
"Um. Yeah.", Harry replied lamely and closed the door.
That went well.