Harry laughs and rubs his neck, cheeks flushing with a hint of colour. "Yeah, I think I did."

He pushes the cup on the table and leans back against the edge of the table. "Sometimes I don't know what she's thinking at all. When I try to be nice and not complain, she gets on my case for not saying what I mean and when I do say what I mean we fight like cats and dogs."

His shoulders square up and he looks at Sirius with a small smile. "I do love her, though."

He's probably just as pathetic as his father about this.