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"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."