They didn't need to talk, in fact they hardly spoke a word the entire time they were out there. And perhaps that was the best part about Kingsley, Harry didn't have to talk to him. They merely sat there as if neither had a care in the world, because at the moment they didn't. Harry didn't know how to really describe it, only that he knew he trusted Kingsley. For once that mere thought of trusting someone so easily, as he had unconsciously done with Kingsley, wasn't so scary. Merlin's beard he trusted the man enough to go with him to get his ears pierced.