When he flops onto his couch in clean shorts and a t-shirt dotted with damp spots from his dripping hair, he turns on the telly and lets the chatter of Bargain Hunt drown out the silence that makes his flat feel too large. The red team are inspecting a gigantic Edwardian portrait of a handsome, unnamed nobleman, and Harry idly wonders what something like that would look like in his home with the rest of his belongings. Maybe he could put it next to Mary and Jesus, or hang it in the space above his bed.