It had never been that way with Harry. It was normal to lean against each other when they sat close–normal to lay her head on his shoulder when she got sleepy as they watched movies together. If she sensed he was having a rough day, she was quick to hug him or give him a reassuring arm squeeze. It never felt odd to her to adjust the collar of his shirt if it was askew or strange to fix his ever wild hair if it was particularly out of sorts. 