The next morning.
Harry woke up first. He rubbed his eyes and sat on the bed. He yawned. He saw that Xander was still asleep on the couch. But he wasn't actually fitting on the couch. He sighed and smiled. If he wanted he could have laid beside Harry, but he didn't. He felt happy about this. Harry slowly got down from the bed and walked near Xander without making any sounds. His steps were like a cat, soundless. He squatted in front of sleeping Xander. Xander's hair was messy, but he still looked handsome.
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