[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d03fc8a9229db3193e86bfc3b3c8b536/tumblr_nkhkysMc5r1uokpato5_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Grand Continental Hotel[/center][hr]

Harry only took his eyes off Aziza once when he heard the familiar voice of Peter above them. Looking up, he gave the man a simple nod before immediately diverting his attentions back to Aziza as she leant against him. It felt reassuring to hear her say that she trusted him. He had chosen to put his own trust in her, and while he assumed already that it was mutual, it was good to hear her say the words. His arms gently wrapped around her, he softly caressed her shoulder, trying to calm and relax her as well as he was able. Just as her first words had managed to reinforce him, her next ones oddly felt strange, disheartening. 

He shook his head quickly, watching her closely as he gave a gentle smile. [b][color=686F91]"Don't worry about that, I survived the war didn't I? I'm sure I can handle this."[/color][/b] It was at least an attempt at a joke. As he took a moment to recall, Harry realised it was the first time he'd even slightly joked about the war, for him it was something dark, somber, and nothing really but a bad memory. It felt strange to use it as a joke but, strangely relieving. Listening as she continued, he nodded his head in agreement, gently moving to stand up as he took her hand, helping her to her feet. [b][color=686F91]"I'll be with you the whole way."[/color][/b] He promised with a friendly gaze and a warm smile.