In which Harry's allergic to cats, YN loves cats, and Harry's pretty sure he loves YN. ❋ ❋ ❋ "Emotions mean we're human," her voice broke the silence gently, "tears aren't meant to be dried up. They are meant to be kissed, understood, and reciprocated when necessary." He felt his eyes watering again, heart galloping. There was no explaining the way he felt connected to her then, like she just understood. She got it, got him. At that moment, Harry knew two things. YN was the best person he had ever met. And you didn't have to understand someone to show them love. (He just wondered where his kisses were, though.) "That's a quote from a book I like," YN informed him, speaking quietly as if to preserve their peaceful bubble. "I think I'd like that book too," Harry nearly whispered, voice uneven. "I can lend it to you if you'd like." "Okay." ❋ ❋ ❋