While Draco should probably predicted that Potter wasn’t going to stop talking to him all of the sudden, he really didn’t know how to handle the questions. They had always been able to talk about work, that being the corner stone in how their relationship had evolved over time, but right now even the prospect of talking about the work he was doing seemed like too much, because all of the work entailed Potter in some aspect.<br/>“Not much,” Draco admitted in relation to the question of progress. He had tried to come with a genius break through, as he did every single day, but having felt stifled by Potter’s presence in the room, Draco hadn’t been able to be as productive as he had dreamt to be. It had felt like a huge disappointment, but he also knew that he couldn’t suddenly make the progress that had evaded him for so long, just because he was awkward about having slept with the person he was studying.<br/>“After a while, everything just muddles together,” Draco offered as an explanation, unsure what Potter wanted to get out of him. Maybe it was just small talk to get them both through the meal, but that didn’t ease the tension in Draco’s shoulders.