We Can Have This Life Another Day {Bay}

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The sound of sizzling grew louder as the meal cooked longer. Harrison turned on his heels, narrowly avoiding Bay as he turned to go get some more supplies out of the fridge. He grinned over his shoulders and looked around for what he needed, wiggling his bum subconsciously to the music that they had playing while they cooked. 

He shot up at his favorite song and rushed over to grab Bay from whatever she was doing, to dance silly with her, twirling her a few times and dipping her. He set her back up and side-stepped his way back to the fridge, his eyes full of a bright happiness that he found radiated off of him.

As he made his way over, Belle ran and parked right under his left foot as he stepped. Losing balance and tripping, his hands went to wherever he could grab- which happened to be a door handle on the fridge. With a groan and a few curse words, he pulled himself back upright and went back to looking for the supplies.

"Where's the cheese?" He called over the music, a little un-necessarily loud, just for effect. Before she could answer he lifted his hand in a haulting motion. "Found it!" Harrison stepped back over to the cabinet and put the cheese down, his eyes landing on Bay. Dear Merlin was she lovely. He drank her in with his eyes and he blushed and looked away, afraid she'd see.

Coughing, he returned to dancing and made his way over to the stove beside Bay- bumping her with his hip- a smile on his lip. "How's it taste?" He brought a spoonful of the soup up to his lips, blowing on it, and then slipped it between Bay's lips, his brows raising. "Did we do good?"

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"Slow down Harrison, you're going to slice a finger off." Bay laughed at her best friend who was positively butchering the potatoes. She was throwing the chunks into the soup to stir all the while keeping an eye on the oven which had a cake cooking in it and the other top of the stove which had a pan with slices of ham cooking. 

Bay turned to cut up the large loaf of bread on the island that was in the small kitchen flat. She watched Harrison walk over to the fridge and when she thought he wasn't looking she lifted a leg and spins round in her green day dress, letting the ends float up. She picked up a large spoon and moved her lips to words as like she was singing into a Muggle microphone. Suddenly she was swung around and danced into the open part of the living room. She laughed as the two spun around. 

"Where did you learn to dance like this?" She laughed as he dipped her back. She let her head fall all the way backwards and Belle ran her tongue up Bay's lick. Bay had hopped off the couch when they entered the room and had begun to hop up on her back legs while the two danced. Bay giggled and pulled herself up, rubbing her cheek of Harrison's shoulder. Belle ran off once her "job" was done. 

"Remind me to dance with you later." She laughed playfully as they made their way to the kitchen. Bay could hear the sound of Belle's paws hitting the tile floor. As they grew louder she looked down just in time to jump out of the way as the large pup came through. She was used to this by now and knew the signs. Harrison wasn't as lucky. Bay's eyes widened as Harrison tripped and reached out for anything. His one hand grabbed the refrigerator door and Bay reached out for the other hand. Obviously gravity won and Bay was pulled down on top of him. She gasped.

"Are you okay?" She looked at her friend in worry, but then used her hand to stifle a giggle. She used the counter to pull herself back up quickly and turned to help Harrison up.

"Where's the cheese?" Harrison called over his shoulder loudly. Bay startled and rolled her eyes.

"It's behind the-"

"Found it!" Harrison stepped back over to the cabinet and put the cheese down.

"Butter." Bay finished softly. She shook her head with a smile. She hadn't had this much fun since before Preston had died. And even then she hadn't had this much fun since they were newlyweds and before. She smiled and aimlessly stirred the soup as her thoughts drifted back to pleasant ones of her and Preston. Some even had Harrison in them. She turned her head to the side and her eyes landed on the picture in the newly fixed curio cabinet. She wasn't paying attention and let her hip fall to the stove and her arm hit the heated pot. She jerked away violently and bit her lip to stay quiet. 

Bay turned her body away from Harrison, hoping he hadn't seen her, and headed for the bathroom.

"I'll be right back," she said over her shoulder and entered the bathroom, taking a look at the side of her arm in the mirror. It wasn't too bad of a burn, but it hurt. She dug around the cabinet beneath the sink for a washcloth. Once that was done she was back in the kitchen.

Coughing, Harrison returned to dancing and made his way over to the stove beside Bay- bumping her with his hip- a smile on his lip. The woman smiled and bounced back against his hip. 

"How's it taste?" Bay watched in amusement as Harrison blew on the soup and then spoon fed her. She closed her eyes as the soup entered her mouth. Bay's eyes went wide.

"Did we do good?" Bay started coughing, and then they turned into a mixture of coughs and then laughs.

"Harrison Steel, how many cut up onions did you use?" Bay laughed with a twinkle in her eye. She walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "It's alright, I can fix it." She smiled warmly at her friend.

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"Where did you learn to dance like this?" She laughed as he dipped her back. Harrison grinned with a twinkle in his eye and winked, pulling her back up after Belle licked her face.

"Definitely not in the Navy." He teased, twirling her back to her stove as he went to the fridge.

"Remind me to dance with you later." She laughed playfully as they made their way to the kitchen. Harrison laughed with her and nudged her in the side.

"Alright, I will hold you accountable if you don't." He joked, his nose scrunching up. "You owe me one, Bay."

Harrison was being helped up from his trip and he looked over to Belle who was wagging her tail in joy, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. "Are you okay?" Harrison's eyes shot up to Bay as he stood and he smiled, a grin on his face.

"Yeah, I am fine. It didn't bother me any." He shrugged it off and looked down at Belle again as she chased her tail for a bit. "Your dog likes to injure me." He stated with a blank face, a smile on his lips though. "I remember coming down from your flat this morning and your puppy over there," he motioned with his head, "almost tripped me there too." He chuckled as he turned to the fridge once again.

Harrison grabbed the cheese and the onions, sitting them on the cutting plate. Picking up the knife, he leaned over and began slicing the onion up into small dices. Absentmindedly, his eyes landed on Bay. A grin took over his features as he watched her sway, a deep sigh emitting quietly. Without thinking, he chopped up way too many than what the recipe called for, and walked the cup of diced onions over to the pot, dropping them in.

As he turned away, he heard a slight bang noise and he didn't think much of it until he heard footsteps leading down the Hall. "I'll be right back," He turned his head and noticed her holding her arm, and he frowned. Had she burned herself?

"You okay?" He hollered, shredding the cheese into a bowl for the salads they were making. His eyes wandered the Kitchen and memories flooded in of his visits here with Preston. He dusted his hands off with a rag and leaned onto the back counter, his heart swelling up. He had loved coming to visit Bay- well, he loved Bay in general, so when he got to see her, everything was perfect.

As Bay came back in, Harrison made to be doing something productive, so he went back to shredding the cheese. With a laugh, he looked over to her and smiled warmly. "Burn yourself a little?" He stood up and made his way over to her, lifting her arm to inspect it. He winced slightly and ran his finger around it, shaking his head. "I'm sure it hurts." He said, his eyes lighting up. "Here, hold on," Harrison made his way to the freezer and pulled some ice into a bag, securing it with the washcloth she had brought. Removing his loose tie form his collar, he folded it in half. Easily, he placed it back onto her arm and tied it gently with the tie, folding in the extra length.

With a smile, he nodded and grabbed the spoon to taste the soup. "Harrison Steel, how many cut up onions did you use?" Bay laughed with a twinkle in her eye. She walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "It's alright, I can fix it." She smiled warmly at her friend. Harrison scoffed and turned back to the shredder, continuing to make the cheese.

"You fix everything! And I used the amount of what the recipe called for." He glared playfully. "Kind of." He coughed under his breath, laughing afterwords. 'I may or may not have been too busy staring at you.' He shook his head with a smile and looked back to his bowl of cheese.

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"Definitely not in the Navy." He teased, twirling her back to her stove as he went to the fridge. Bay snorted.

"Most definitely not in the Navy." She looked to him kindly. "Neither one of you boys were good dancers. Not a one." She smiled shaking her head. "I remember dancing more with Darcy at my wedding then either of you two." Harrison laughed with her and nudged her in the side.

"Alright, I will hold you accountable if you don't. You owe me one, Bay." Her heart fluttered when he said her name, and she blushed at her own thoughts. Harrison was Preston's best friend, she couldn't think like that.

"I suspect you will." She smiled, her eyes glittering under the sunlight that streamed in.

"I remember coming down from your flat this morning and your puppy over there," he motioned with his head, "almost tripped me there too." He chuckled as he turned to the fridge once again. Bay hid a smile with her hand.

"It's funny because she does that to me all the time. She sleeps on t he bottom step, I probably should have told you that." She grinned.

With a laugh, he looked over to her and smiled warmly. "Burn yourself a little?" He stood up and made his way over to her, lifting her arm to inspect it. Bay tried to cover her arm and shrug, but her the skin of her hand hit it and she hissed in pain. A small tear fell from her eyes.

"Yeah, I'll be fine though. My fault- wasn't paying attention." She chuckled and he ran his finger around it, being careful not to touch it, Bay noted with a smile.

"I'm sure it hurts."

"Well maybe a little." Bay muttered. Harrison's eyes lit up. He told her to hold on and Bay watched curiously as the man created a make-shift bandage. She hissed slightly when it touched her skin, but it suddenly cooled and she let out a small smile.

"Teach you that in the Navy did they?" She teased, adding a friendly kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She turned back to her cook station. Harrison scoffed and turned back to the shredder, continuing to make the cheese.

"You fix everything! And I used the amount of what the recipe called for." He glared playfully. Bay raised an eyebrow and looked at him, failing to look completely serious.

"Oh really?" She stood with her hands on her hips, a large spoon in one hand and a water bottle in the other.

"Kind of." He coughed under his breath, laughing afterwords. Bay snicked and bumped her hip to his again when she approached.

"That's what I thought. You can't lie to me Harrison Steel, I know you too well." She laughed, adding various ingredients to rectify the problem. She dipped her spoon in the soup and tasted it. Her eyes closed. "MM. So much better." On of her eyes opened to look over at Harrison. "I may just have to thank you for messing up. It seems that in the end it was what was best." She opened both eyes before smiling and feeding him a sip, holding her hand below to catch and falling soup.

"Well, I think it's done." She grinned and turned the stove off. "Are you done with your part?" Bay gave Harrison a pointed grin. She skipped over to the cupboards to pull out plates and set them out on the small round table between the small kitchen and living room. She got both meals ready and laid it all out as she flitted around the kitchen humming to herself. Once finished she stood behind the table and held her arms out open. "Ta da! Come, sit down." She smiled and pulled him over, sitting him down in his chair.

They made idle chit chat for a while before she sighed and set her silverware down. "Harrison, can I ask you a question?" She said a bit hesitantly. She wanted to ask him something, but she wasn't sure how personal it was. "Can you tell me more about what you do with the Order and Death Eaters?" She asked and took a sip of the meade. "I was thinking- well you see, I was thinking about trying to go undercover as well. I don't think we have nearly enough inside sources."

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"Most definitely not in the Navy." She looked to him kindly. "Neither one of you boys were good dancers. Not a one." She smiled shaking her head. "I remember dancing more with Darcy at my wedding then either of you two." Harrison grinned. Oh, the times Bay and him had.

"I was better than Preston," he snorted, "he just had two left feet. Me? I had no rhythm." He beamed proudly and rubbed his hand down his chest, straightening out like a gentlemen. "But I have learned well. There was always hope for me."

"It's funny because she does that to me all the time. She sleeps on the bottom step, I probably should have told you that." She grinned. Harrison narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. She was so cute when she grinned.

"You should have," he teased, raising his brows, "but then you wouldn't have gotten to see me trip and fall. So, what good is that?" He winked. "You just wanted to see me break my neck- I know how you women think." He tapped his forehead with his index finger, a conspiratorial eyebrow raised still.

"Yeah, I'll be fine though. My fault- wasn't paying attention."

"When do you ever pay attention?" He countered, playfully, only teasing.

"Well maybe a little." Bay muttered.

"Don't lie to me. Bay, I know you too well."

As Harrison fixed her burn up, she softened a bit. "Teach you that in the Navy did they?" She teased, adding a friendly kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She turned back to her cook station. Harrison felt his cheek after she kissed it, and he blushed deeply, turning away from her.

'She kissed your cheek, calm down.' His mind fluttered to thoughts of them kissing and he shook them away. 'Not your best friend's wife, Harrison, don't even think about it.' Harrison cleared his throat and he looked over his shoulder at Bay, a smile on his face. "They did, actually. Part of the medical lessons." He shrugged. "I could save your life, you know." With a suggestive nod and a lip bite, he eagerly returned to preparing the salads.

"That's what I thought. You can't lie to me Harrison Steel, I know you too well." She laughed, adding various ingredients to rectify the problem.

Harrison stuck his tongue out again and watched her, poking her in the side a few times. "You do know me too well, don't you?" He winked, bumping her back with his hip.

She dipped her spoon in the soup and tasted it. Her eyes closed. "MM. So much better." One of her eyes opened to look over at Harrison. He gave a cheesy smile. "I may just have to thank you for messing up. It seems that in the end it was what was best."

Harrison laughed and took the offering of a taste gladly, savoring the taste. Slowly, he swallowed it and groaned. "That is too good. You're welcome for me ruining it." He teased, poking her in the side again.

Harrison watched her carefully, finishing up the salads. "Well, I think it's done." She grinned and turned the stove off. "Are you done with your part?" Bay gave Harrison a pointed grin. Harrison lifted his hand to shush her.

"You can't rush perfection." He winked, grabbing their bowls and taking them over to the table with Bay bringing the other food too. He looked at their meal, and hungrily rubbing his tummy, he looked up to Bay eager to dig in.

"Ta da! Come, sit down." She smiled and pulled him over, sitting him down in his chair. Harrison grinned happily.

"You don't have to tell me twice." And with that, he sat down and began attacking his salad. "Oh, these are delicious. Who made them?" He looked up to her from leaning over to not drip the dressing, a smug look on his face. "You are so lucky. I would eat these salads every day."

"Harrison, can I ask you a question?" She said a bit hesitantly.

Harrison's brow raised and he wiped his mouth off on the sides with a napkin, nodding. After he finished chewing, he placed his fork down in his bowl and smiled. "Of course, anything."

"Can you tell me more about what you do with the Order and Death Eaters?" She asked and took a sip of the meade. "I was thinking- well you see, I was thinking about trying to go undercover as well. I don't think we have nearly enough inside sources."

Harrison beamed at her interest in his work. "I can." He said simply, his hands resting on the table, near hers, a wide smile on his face. "But working inside is dangerous. I wouldn't want you doing it." He frowned, recalling various missions where he was almost caught while being chased. He had the scars to prove it. "It's really challenging but the thrill you get is amazing. With my father's reputation as being famous for his un-hindered violence, they've gladly accepted his son in as one of their own." Harrison ran his hand through his hair. "You deal with a lot of.. angry, old, depleted spirits. Most of the time, it's really not fun. It costs a lot of memory and time. Especially coming up with identities and personalities and remembering the people you meet as them. It takes time and, if able, a Metamorphmagus."

Harrison lifted his hands to continue his meal, his eyes on Bay. "What as gotten you so interested?"

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"You don't have to tell me twice." Bay snickered as he dug into his salad.

"Slow down Harry, no one is going to take it from you." She smiled, easily slipping back into her old self and old routine with calling him Harry.

"Oh, these are delicious. Who made them?" He looked up to her from leaning over to not drip the dressing, a smug look on his face. The girl rolled her eyed been then feigned hopelessly dreamy eyes. She leaned forward on the table, resting her head on her hand and looking off into the distance.

"Oh just this wonderfully beautiful friend of mine who can't dance at all, makes my cooking better by ruining it and who makes the best salad's ever apparently." She took a bite of the salad and rolled her eyes with a groan. "Definitely makes the best salad's ever."

"You are so lucky. I would eat these salads every day."

"Oh definitely lucky," she smiled but shook her head seriously, "maybe you should come over everyday and eat his food. I haven't had any of his other cooking, but if keeps cooking like this, I may have to open the restaurant I've always wanted to and hire him as a cook." She laughed playfully and took a long sip of her drink.

Harrison beamed. "I can." Bay sighed in relief, she honestly thought he wouldn't want to, because of the nature of the job. Preston never told her about being overseas.

"But working inside is dangerous. I wouldn't want you doing it." He frowned. Bay's heart fluttered a little at his genuine care for her and her safety, but she continued to listen intently at his words.

"It's really challenging but the thrill you get is amazing." Bay smiled widely.

"You were always a thrill seeker."

"With my father's reputation as being famous for his un-hindered violence, they've gladly accepted his son in as one of their own. You deal with a lot of.. angry, old, depleted spirits. Most of the time, it's really not fun. It costs a lot of memory and time. Especially coming up with identities and personalities and remembering the people you meet as them. It takes time and, if able, a Metamorphmagus." Bay frowned somewhat.

"Well I'm definitely not a Metamorphmagus." She said a bit defeated. "And I'm a Muggle Born, so I couldn't use a disguise." Her idea's depleted quickly in her mind. It was worth a shot though.

Harrison lifted his hands to continue his meal, his eyes on Bay. "What as gotten you so interested?" Bay's eyes flickered over to the picture's of her late husband in uniform. She loved him so much, despite the issues they had. He died fighting for his people, and Bay wanted to do that. Well, not die, but she wanted to stand up and actively fight. Yes, she was a member of the Order, but mostly because she was an insider to the Ministry of Magic. That wasn't much help. She felt a bit useless where the battle was concerned, and that made her unhappy. She wanted to be brave, and to fight like Preston had. She couldn't join the Royal Navy, but maybe she could help more with the Magical war. But Harrison's words had put a stop to that.

"I just want to help more." She said honestly. "I feel like I don't do enough." Bay didn't mention that she would be more comfortable if she were there beside Harrison, that it would make her feel better to know for sure that he was safe. "Do you- do you like being a spy? Do you ever just want out?"

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"Slow down Harry, no one is going to take it from you." She smiled. Harrison chuckled as he slowed down his devouring of food and straightened back up.

"Sorry, I just haven't had a good, home-cooked, actual meal in a while." He said sheepishly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'm usually always eating out or eating alone. I never have the energy to make anything anymore." He sighed. It was true. Harrison would either get home too late to cook, or he wouldn't have the energy to cook up a full-blown mean. Some nights he just went without food period. He knew the feeling of having an empty stomach.

"Oh just this wonderfully beautiful friend of mine who can't dance at all, makes my cooking better by ruining it and who makes the best salad's ever apparently." She took a bite of the salad and rolled her eyes with a groan. "Definitely makes the best salad's ever."

Harrison's eyes lit up and he grinned uncontrollably. "Beautiful too? Man, this guy is a keeper." He winked playfully and ran his hand through his stubble that had began forming. "I can agree. These are the best salads." He sighed happily and rested against the back of his chair, his eyes on Bay.

"Oh definitely lucky," she smiled but shook her head seriously, "maybe you should come over everyday and eat his food. I haven't had any of his other cooking, but if keeps cooking like this, I may have to open the restaurant I've always wanted to and hire him as a cook."

"I should come over everyday!" He grinned, resting his arms on the table a moment. "I'm sure his other cooking would be just as fantastic." He laughed, not able to be serious. "And a restaurant? That sounds like a risky business. I don't know if he would want his perfect salads just thrown out to anyone, you know. You seem like the only type who deserves them."

"You were always a thrill seeker."

Harrison took a break form his story to grin and laugh. "Yes, yes I was. I remember jumping off rooftops onto things as a child. My Dad was so enthusiastic while my Mum was worried sick and screaming at me." He chuckled. "I almost broke my arm one time. It ended up being a fracture."

"Well I'm definitely not a Metamorphmagus." She said a bit defeated.

Harrison rested his hand on her arm and smiled warmly. "No, but you have one right in front of you. I'll be your personal Meta." He grinned and nodded happily.

"And I'm a Muggle Born, so I couldn't use a disguise."

His eyes dropped and he sighed. "I know, I'm sorry." He said softly. "It's okay though. At least you want to try and help."

"I just want to help more." She said honestly. "I feel like I don't do enough."

"You do a lot to help. The Order is an amazing system of people working together to change everything bad here." He smiled. "I am so proud of you." He said in a softer tone, rubbing her arm with his hand gently.

"Do you- do you like being a spy? Do you ever just want out?"

His eyes closed for a moment as he recalled all the risky missions and times he had been on hurt and put on leave to heal or to mentally recover His bright blue eyes opened and he nodded towards her. "I love being a spy. It's not what I had in mind for my future, but it is challenging." He chuckled. "As for your second question, I do sometimes want out. I want out so I can settle down and enjoy a family and friend atmosphere, not have to worry about being killed or caught." He frowned slightly. "But I do it because I want to help. Just like you."

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 "I'm usually always eating out or eating alone. I never have the energy to make anything anymore." Harrison sighed. But Bay grinned.

"Well you'll be happy to know that I will cook you any meal you want anytime of day or night. Even if you get in from a mission in the dead of night. You need to be properly fed, and I'm going to keep an eye on you." She narrowed her eyes to prover her point, a smile on her face.

"Beautiful too? Man, this guy is a keeper." He winked playfully. Bay laughed heartily as she chewed her food. She loved how playful he was.

"Oh yes, definitely a keeper. I'm jealous of the girl who wins his heart." Bay countered jokingly, taking another sip of her drink. Bay really did wonder who would catch Harrison's sights. He was very flirty, and very active. Always on the move. It would be a rare find to find a woman who could handle that. Rare indeed.

"I can agree. These are the best salads." He sighed happily and rested against the back of his chair. Bay noticed how comfortable he looked, and she smiled warmly. Harrison was always busy, and she wondered how often he just got to sit down, relax and have a nice meal. Or any real human interaction for that matter. Bay vowed to be a better friend to him. "I should come over everyday!" He grinned, resting his arms on the table a moment. "I'm sure his other cooking would be just as fantastic." He laughed, not able to be serious. Bay nodded her head with a fake seriousness.

"Oh yes, definitely." Her smile widened as her pearly whites showed.

"And a restaurant? That sounds like a risky business. I don't know if he would want his perfect salads just thrown out to anyone, you know. You seem like the only type who deserves them." The girl blushed, but laughed nonetheless. 

"Well, I don't know about that," she grinned, "but we can't be selfish. We must share with the world." Bay smiled and held her arms out wide, as if signifying the worlds size.

"Yes, yes I was. I remember jumping off rooftops onto things as a child. My Dad was so enthusiastic while my Mum was worried sick and screaming at me. I almost broke my arm one time. It ended up being a fracture." Bay was laughing hard, easily picturing a little Harrison being dangerous. She shook her head.

"There is no telling how your children will act." Shw chuckled, imaging all the mischief they would get into. Harrison rested his hand on her arm and smiled warmly. 

"No, but you have one right in front of you. I'll be your personal Meta." He grinned and nodded happily. Bay smiled, her tongue spread between her teeth.

"Personal Meta?" Her eyes widened. "What ever will I do with you? Oh we should go out into London and find some mischief!" Her eyes glittered at the thought! His eyes dropped and he sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. It's okay though. At least you want to try and help."

"I do." She said vehemently. "But I don't have a special skill to help me." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll just do what I can when needed. I would love to host a meeting here, but Molly knows them all better." She chuckled.

"I am so proud of you." He said in a softer tone, rubbing her arm with his hand gently. Bay blushed and took his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze as she smiled warmly at him. 

"Thanks." She said softly. "I appreciate that."

"I love being a spy. It's not what I had in mind for my future, but it is challenging." He chuckled. "As for your second question, I do sometimes want out. I want out so I can settle down and enjoy a family and friend atmosphere, not have to worry about being killed or caught." He frowned slightly. Bay chewed on her lip. She worried about Harrison, and secretly wished he would give it up. She held one of his hands between hers and she turned it around back and forth in her hand as they sat in silence. Bay looked to be in deep thought. She traced the line on his hand while her other hand held his up.

"You could always quit, right?" She said softly with hesitation, her eyes drifting up to his. "I mean, if you really wanted to quit." She finished a bit too nonchalantly. "I just don't want to see you hurt. I don't need that again." Her eyes shut tightly and she pulled her hands away as she shook lightly and put them in her lap. She took a breath and reached out, finishing off her half full drink while staring at her pictures of her and her late husband.

"But I do it because I want to help. Just like you." Bay suddenly felt bad.

"No, no you're right of course." She shook her head lightly with a chuckle. "It was selfish of me to suggest. I know you work so very hard in what you do. You know what the right thing to do is." She smiled up at him. "It's one of the things I love about you." She beamed. 

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"Well you'll be happy to know that I will cook you any meal you want anytime of day or night. Even if you get in from a mission in the dead of night. You need to be properly fed, and I'm going to keep an eye on you." She narrowed her eyes to prover her point, a smile on her face.

With a small laugh, he nodded and finished up his salad. "I am happy to know that! Thank you miss!" He grinned, his teeth showing. "At least some woman wants to feed me properly. I can't remember the last time someone cooked for me," he lied, "its been a while." Then he was truthful. Trisha was the last woman to sit him down and cook for him. Usually with his many of girlfriends, he was doing the cooking or he was meeting them somewhere to eat. Neither of those things turned out well for him.

"Oh yes, definitely a keeper. I'm jealous of the girl who wins his heart." Bay countered jokingly, taking another sip of her drink. Deep down, Harrison wanted to shake his head and correct her.

'You shouldn't be jealous of who will win my heart. It has always been yours.' But he couldn't. Not after Preston. With a fake laugh, he nodded. "She'll be one lucky, unfortunate, strong-hearted young lady." He chuckled, eyeing Bay playfully. "Merlin help her, because I am two or three handfuls of crazy and charm." He winked, moving on to the soup now after taking a sip of his meade.

"There is no telling how your children will act." She chuckled. Harrison raised his eyebrows and smiled, nodding again. He couldn't deny that. His children would probably be crazy rascals who liked to climb and jump off stuff- much like he did.

"Are you saying my children will be crazy?" He grinned, a challenge in his eyes. "I can assure you that you are telling the truth, Bay." His smile widened. "And they will crawl and jump and tickle you like you wouldn't expect." His eyes lit up. "I can see you now, when we come over for visits," he chuckled, "the house will be padded or something, that way they cannot break anything." He laughed pretty hard.

"Personal Meta?" Her eyes widened. "What ever will I do with you? Oh we should go out into London and find some mischief!" Harrison bent over with a laugh and his laugh lines were clear now.

"I do not think I want to be used for your troubles, now. That would be too much fun. Wait- who am I kidding? I would love to cause trouble in the world!" He chuckled lightly now, raising his hands up in defense. "If anyone asks, I don't know you. If we get caught, pretend you don't speak English. Je ne sais pas!" He laughed hard again. "We can bring London down with our minds, it will be fun but it will be risky. Are you ready for it?" He winked, playfully of course.

"You could always quit, right?" She said softly with hesitation, her eyes drifting up to his. "I mean, if you really wanted to quit." She finished a bit too nonchalantly.

Harrison's smile faded and he looked into her eyes, searching for the purpose behind these questions. He couldn't figure out why. With a small smile, he shrugged. "I guess I could always quit, yes." He said simply, quietly. "But I don't think they would let me out without a reason- I mean, if I got hurt or if I was scared for my family.." He shrugged. "Those are good reasons, but simply quitting for the sake of wanting to, no, probably not." His hands retracted to his drink and he sipped it casually, his eyes closing.

"I just don't want to see you hurt. I don't need that again." Her eyes shut tightly and she pulled her hands away as she shook lightly and put them in her lap.

"Nothing will happen to me, Bay. I'll be okay." He took her hand in both of his and squeezed it. "You won't lose me. It would take something fierce for that to happen." Harrison brought her hand to his lips and brushed them across her knuckles, kissing her gently. "Please don't ever worry about me."

"No, no you're right of course." She shook her head lightly with a chuckle. "It was selfish of me to suggest. I know you work so very hard in what you do. You know what the right thing to do is." She smiled up at him. "It's one of the things I love about you." She beamed.

Harrison laughed and smiled like he had never. Someone was proud of his work. "My parents wouldn't think so." He said lightly, his smile fading. "Well my Dad wouldn't. My Mum probably would since she was in the Order most of her life up until she was married to a Death Eater." He chuckled, looking at Bay. "Thank you for your support and your kindness." He said softly. "I like to think that what I do helps a lot. I know I've had some close calls, but so have my other friends who do what I do. It's pretty crazy being a spy." He huffed, furrowing his brow lightly. At her last words, Harrison blushed. "Your caring and compassionate personality is what I love about you."