"You are literally the least observant person I know, you are always missing something. But that’s been brewing forever. I already told her it was a horrible idea. Clearly, she’s chosen to ignore my sage advice and is betting on their fiery demise. But it does appear that we’ll get front row seats to the show." Theo’s tone is condescending at best, but she knows better than to engage him by now. He’s probably not wrong anyway. This was going to end in a nuclear fashion. Harry’s rubbing at his temples like he’s got a terrible migraine and her heart is racing. Her nervous energy is radiating off of her, and she buries her head deeper into his chest with a disgruntled little sigh. Picking up on her body language, as he always manages to do, he squeezes her hip gently as he tucks her closer into his body, in a protective movement. 