[ Harry's expression tightens, though he doesn't grow as cold as he did the last time Loki pointed out his deformity. He sucks a breath in through his nose, shaking his head as he slowly exhales, fist balled tight inside the pocket of his jacket to try to stem the shaking. ]
I told you, it's nothing. Nothing a hospital could help with, anyway.
[ He thinks he knows what might help, but... That's something he'll have to look into more, later. On his own. ]
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I told you, it's nothing. Nothing a hospital could help with, anyway.
[ He thinks he knows what might help, but... That's something he'll have to look into more, later. On his own. ]