So at loss for anything else, he forcefully launches his body forward and kisses Harry.
Again.
And he’s not sure why this keeps happening so frequently considering that Harry enrages him so much, he really, truly does.
“Do you know how much I love you?" H arry asks, even though he knows L ouis has no fucking idea, "do you know how much it hurts me, to watch you go through this. To watch you do this to yourself?”
“Listen to me, this isn’t—you can’t just—I’m the one who’s in the wrong here, mother. Why aren’t you punishing me?”
“Oh, honey.” Eris smiles at him, but it’s hard and wicked and it only makes Harry’s hands tremble. “I am punishing you.”
“You can’t just say stuff like that,” he settles for, echoing Harry’s words from before.
Harry’s eyes are twinkling back.
Stuff that makes me happy. Stuff that makes me love you.