Once Prongs leaps off with the message Harry turns to leave but Marvolo's gentle touch on his wrist stops him. "Why don't you spend the afternoon here, with me? I imagine you're planning to go read, as you usually would were Hermione here. Read in here instead." He glances around the office as if to show there isn't a second chair in this room only for a flick of magic to make a pillow next to Marvolo's chair. "I find playing with your hair relaxing. I could use the relaxation at the moment. These documents are giving me a spot of trouble."