Harry didn't know what he had expected, but, in retrospect, there really hadn't been a way around this stalemate. It made their kiss seem that much more indulgent, now knowing they had been better off spending that embrace hastily deciding their sleeping arrangements.<br/>That thought was on Harry's mind as he gingerly returned Draco's caress, better turning his hand into the touch. That touch, for once, felt like an intentional effort put into appearing affectionate.<br/>Harry's eyes had dipped to their hands, feeling exhausted already. It wasn't that Harry found Draco's company particularly draining, nor that he minded sharing the hotel room with him for the evening. Harry was just<span style="font-style: italic">tired</span>.<br/>With another heavy exhale, Harry shifted, free hand tugging at the seatbelt to give him enough leeway to shuffle a few inches closer to Draco. While he hadn't moved far enough for their shoulders to touch, their knees suddenly did.<br/>"Remember how I told you I've still been having issues with insomnia?" Harry started softly, knowing well he hadn't ever told Draco such a thing. His voice, however, was honest; though it was phrased to fit the charade, Harry was being truthful.<br/>He didn't want to linger about it, not knowing how to elaborate in a believable way his partner of several years wouldn't already know the details of the issue. Maybe, he decided after a few seconds of consideration, Draco wouldn't need further context being a medical professional. He could probably decipher the biggere context of Harry's sleeping issues, and why he was telling him.<br/>So, when Harry tipped his head to look back up at Draco, he was, surprisingly, smiling. The smile, however boyish it was, appeared almost breathless with the contortion needed for him to change his state of mind. It left Harry with a flush to his cheeks.<br/>Spreading his legs, Harry bumped his thigh up against Draco's. "Might keep you up tonight."