"Hey, uh…"
I looked at Harry and saw a rare sight: he was nervous. That was highly unusual. "What?"
"Well…." He coughed. "Thomas' birthday is coming up."
"Ah," I said, understanding immediately. While Thomas had been in his life for a couple years now, family was still largely foreign to Harry. "And you want advice?"
He combed his hair with his fingers. "I'd like to get him a present."
"Okay," I thought carefully. "It should mean something. Something real. Can you think of anything?"
I watched as a smile slowly bloomed across his face. "Yeah," he said finally. "I can."