For a long moment, Harry considered whether or not it was worth fighting it. Even being generous in his estimations, it couldn't be much past half past 8; though it sounded early, Harry didn't<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>like it was an unreasonable time to go to bed.<br/>"Alright," he eventually gave in, his voice a soft exhale as his hand finally abandoned Draco's spine, no longer intending on keeping the other on the couch. Having finally accepted defeat, he inevitably stretched, the exhaustion finally hit him. His shoulders dug into the armrest, as he exhaled, slow and steady in a way that was almost a yawn.<br/>"I'm gunna get us a bigger sofa, though - see if that's  the secret to staying up later," he added. It was intended as a joke, but the context had softened his tone; he was no longer certain it would make a different, other than perhaps falling asleep more comfortably while watching telly.