Harry, who is slouched against the wall—they’re not alone this time, their lift neighbours are a couple of snogging bears and a younger group of Geordie lads arguing over a text—straightens. His expression turns serious. Pleading, almost.  "No," he says quickly. "No, don’t do that. I’m good. I’ll be good. I’m—I don’t know. I can’t believe you just did that!"