[Harry was excellent at ignoring inconvenient things. Like how hot the bus was getting, or the fact that his body was reacting in ways he didn't really want to deal with at the moment. So although he couldn't change the heat or his body's reaction, he could sure as hell not act on either. He was stubborn as a pig when it came to bucking authority, even if it was his own body and not a bigoted asshole.

His fingers tightened on the man's shoulder just a fraction as the bus made them both sway, bodies brushing, and he glared out the window. Being forced into anything really set him off. Left to his own devices he'd do as the city insisted because he didn't relish whatever punishment they might come up with, but having something outside himself try to force the issue . . . He dropped his voice even more, lips brushing the man's ear as he spoke.]


D'ye hear better then? T'compensate? Better nose mibbe? Monitor t'the rest o'the train will ye? I'll watch f'the Down crossin. No point gettin off sooner.