How did you even start a conversation like that? It was such a strange situation, and breaching a subject like that wasn't really something you did every day. He sighed softly, and reached out to take Harry's hand again, finding comfort in feeling his warm hand in his own. "What are we?" He asked, and immediately realised that that was the wrong question.<br/>They weren't anything yet, and he knew this. It was what they were going to be he was interested in, but he didn't know how to have that conversation with Harry. They were still basically strangers after all, even if he found his presence extremely soothing. "What do we want to be?"