I slipped past him as his dark eyes trailed after me. "Let me just put this on some plates for us," I mumbled to myself, not really affected by his strange behaviour. 
                          
I swear, whenever I didn't have clothes on, he would go strange on me. But by this point, it was barely effective and I would just continue what I was doing while he would freak out. I just gave him some time and eventually he would be okay. 
                          
I swear, it's like he's never seen a woman's body before. 
                          
"W-Where's your toilet?" Harry's voice cracked as I watched him fumble with his hands in front of his hips, his eyes going everywhere except on me. 
                          
"You know this, Harry." I reminded in suspicion, "It's down the hall, to the left," I pointed in the general direction of the restroom as Harry nodded. 
                          
I raised an eyebrow when I saw him walking weirdly, with his legs spaced apart. It's like he was purposely allowing space between them. His legs were spread and I internally cringed when he ran into a table with a vase on it, in the hallway, his crotch making contact with it. He let out a squeal of pain, clutching his groin before collapsing on his knees. I watched as he slowly sank to the ground, eventually lying down on his back. 
                          
"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!" I asked in surprise while quickly rushing over. 
                          
I looked down at Harry as he murmured to himself while holding onto his crotch in pain, with his eyes screwed shut. "You'll be okay, I promise you'll make it through," he whispered to himself. 
                          
"Are you talking to your pénis?" I questioned with a hand on my hip, looking down at his scrunched body. 
                          
"No, he's talking to me. He just told me he's hurting," he whimpered, before looking up at me with glazed over eyes. 
                          
"Ask him if he needs a bandaid," I suggested before squatting so I was even with him, as he shook his head, brown hair sweeping against the hardwood floor. 
                          
"No, he needs ice," Harry groaned as I nodded. I quickly got up, backing away so I could go get ice for Harry. 
                          
Just then, my back ran into the table again, making my eyes widen. I watched in utter horror as the vase rocked back and forth, the eery sound of glass on wood echoing through the apartment along with our heavy breathing. Harry's eyes widened as he shielded his crotch protectively from his spot on the floor. The vase slowly stopped rocking completely as Harry and I let out sighs of relief. 
                          
Could you imagine if it fell again?
                          
"Thank God, that was close," Harry breathed out, removing his hands from his crotch, folding them under his head. He stretched out his legs, causing him to kick the leg of the table again. 
                          
I let out a scream of horror as did Harry when the vase rocked off the table fell onto his unprotected crotch. He let out a scream of pain as his face contorted into one of which I could only describe as pure agony, while he scrunched up into a little fetus with his eyebrows knit in pain. 
                          
"Oh my God! What do I do?!" I shrieked in shock, dropping to my knees beside Harry as he whimpered and let out another scream of agony making me grip onto my poofy hair. 
                          
"Fúck! I took first aid classes in high school but I was never taught how to treat a broken díck!" I yelled as Harry continued to weep in pain, now rocking back and forth on the ground while cupping his precious jewels.