Harry was, though the prospect of heading upstairs was almost unbearable, willing to ignore the tension building at his spine if it meant getting to stay in the warmth of Draco’s embrace.<br/>His eyes still shut and Draco’s caresses still soft and inviting, Harry could almost believe this was a viable place to spend the night, back pain and all.<br/>“Are you staying?” he eventually asked as he once again turned toward the backrest, his voice rough with exhaustion. The prospect of having to forgo either touch or company felt almost unbearable, finding that he’d much rather spending the night on the sofa than in bed alone.