closed starter for @vigilantcshit​ ( regina ! )
   they were sitting inside of harry’s favorite coffee shop, tucked into the back corner of the building because the last thing he wanted while he was still recovering was more attention from the public. it was nice to be able to get out of his penthouse for a little while, but it still hurt like hell getting to and from anywhere. “ i’m starting to think this headache is going to last for the rest of my life. “ there was a slight frown on his face as he spoke, although a pout might have been a better way of describing it. “ seriously, the painkillers the doctor gave me barely make a difference. “ a chai latte sat in front of him on the table, temporarily ignored because it was still too hot to drink. “ what if there’s something seriously fucked up with my head now ? i’m too pretty to die this young. “ an exasperated sigh followed as he combed his fingers through his hair. “ promise me you’ll deliver a eulogy at my funeral ? “
