"She is. I'm lucky, you know? I've got all these incredible people. You, and her, and Aly, and everyone, really. I think that's why I worry about all of you and want you to all have people. I know you do, and I know that everyone who meets you likes you - they can't not, or they're utter twits - but I just want people to see my friends as good I see them." Harry frowns, wrinkling up his nose as he tries to get the words to sound right. "Does that make sense?"