Ugh.

( with a groan, harry slides slippered feet ( jin ling got him hooked ) to the couch and flops down heavily, giving a vague wave to the fridge. there's probably a vegetable in there, somewhere. )

It's — honestly. It's not his fault. He looked about as surprised as I did.

( he doesn't want to give mingyu a single ounce of credit, but ... lying is also not in harry's repertoire of traits. )

He didn't cut me. He just — somehow — made me ... relive some memories when I got cut. He got it, too.