"You're wearing that?" Harry asked.
Severus looked down, then back at Harry. "And why not?"
"No reason, I guess," Harry admitted. "Just... is that silk?"
"Acromantula silk, actually," Severus corrected.
"Kinda fancy is all."
"It is comfortable. Since we are not going anywhere, comfortable is the goal." Severus waved a hand at Harry. "You are comfortable in your decrepit t-shirt and worn flannel trousers. I aspire to the same."
"Whatever makes you happy."
Severus extended Harry's chair to join him. He manhandled Harry, pulling his feet into his lap and a warm blanket over their laps.
"This makes me happy."