Harry's cheeks were pink in the cold. Nick had to look very closely to be able to tell because they were out in public together, and Harry had wrapped a scarf around his face for anonymity.
"Because I'm cold," Harry corrected. "But also not being obvious is nice."
They both got beer and wandered the winter festival. A couple people asked Nick for pictures...and asked Harry to take them. Harry agreed in his best American accent, and no one was the wiser.
"Thanks for coming out with me, you weird Yank."
Harry laughed and held Nick's hand. "You're welcome."