Harry sighed, and reached hesitantly out to rest a hand on Theo’s head, unsure if such a thing would be welcome. It was a bit of a shock, realising how touch-averse pureblood families tended to be. Coming from a loving home was a rare thing; everything was always order and structure and rules. Theo flopped instantly —the way Sirius did when Harry got access to Padfoot’s belly. And it would have really been adorable, were it under any other circumstance. Instead, Harry stifled another sigh —something heavy and sad— and let his fingers trace gently across Theo's scalp. 