[ Harry relaxes a bit under the firm pressure of the hand on his shoulder, even letting out a low chuckle. ]

The grass is always greener on the other side. Yeah, they do say that. And there's some truth to it, I suppose.

[ For anyone looking in at Harry's life from the outside, how could they not be jealous of his green grass? His penthouse apartment, all the supermodel parties. When really, he would rather live any life other than his own.

He raises his half-full glass of tequila for a toast. ]

Here's to the green grass on the other side.