"She is, yes," Harry answers, though he isn't entirely certain if that makes things easier or harder. Easier, perhaps, because at least Zoe understands some of what he's been through and she knows Darrow isn't the only place in this universe, isn't the be all and end all of the world. But he hates that it means she's been through so much, too. A woman like her, someone so kind and so aware of herself and who she is, she deserves a wonderful life.

"And your friend," he says. "Is he... is this a date?"

There is hesitation in his tone, though not because he disapproves. Harry had known of men who had quite thoroughly enjoyed the company of other men in his time, though such preferences had of course been mostly hidden and had been rather illegal. He had disagreed with such laws at the time and is glad Darrow doesn't hold with such terrible, discriminatory things, but even still, he's had to adjust to the openness of it.