It was intensely intimate to have Harry in his childhood bedroom, and even just being able to talk to him felt intimate enough to him. He was still holding his hand, and he could barely bear the thought of having to let go of it, even if he knew he would have to sooner or later.<br/>The mere suggestion that Harry might kiss him again was almost too much, and even if he looked down to avert his eyes, he nodded softly at the suggestion. He felt like he was 15 again, and that him and Harry had to hide for his parents; and while the last part was true, then it still felt silly, seeing as both of them were adults. "You can kiss me," he muttered, fearing that if he spoke too loudly, he would break the spell that was over them.<br/>Honestly, when he decided to say yes to go to his father's fundraiser, this was not what he had thought would happen, but he was happy that he had decided to go.