Harry turns up his face, ear still half-pressed to Marvolo’s chest, and wide green eyes stare up at him. "Y-you did. I... " A choked laugh, halfway to upset despite the tiredness in the sound, comes out and he looks away again. "This is the first time -- This is so fucked up." Marvolo decides to let the language go this once. "Thanks. Don’t pretend it’s all the contract. The contract doesn’t make you pay such attention to -- to detail, maybe."