"I don't know," Q said softly, glancing between the pair. He nearly suggested he wait out in the living room, not wanting to spoil the mood. He knew that would only start a problem though, and he didn't want that- He wanted Harry and James to have a good time too.

He just couldn't fully ignore the way he felt.

He squirmed on the bed, not loving feeling like an observer. This part of all this didn't seem to be for him.

"You should do what you like," he said finally.