Even if their conversation had been sparse, Draco still felt a sense of loss at the idea of Potter leaving his company. In a way, it really felt like the final nail in the coffin of the fragile friendship that they had built together and Draco was desperate to hold on to at least some of it.<br/>He knew that this was all on himself, the guilt of having slept with Potter was eating him up inside and he was really trying to make sense of that. It was incredibly difficult, if not directly impossible, not to let Potter feel at least some of that, but Draco really didn’t want Potter to suffer, just because he felt completely unable to just sleep casually with someone.<br/>“Right,” Draco muttered again, unsure what to say.<br/>It was only when Potter actually stood and went to leave that Draco felt his heart rate elevate, feeling absolutely certain that there was going to be nothing to safe if he didn’t do<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>.<br/>“And Harry,” Draco started, the name still foreign on his tongue as he said it. He felt that they were past calling each other by their last names, but it still went against everything in Draco to actually use his first name.<br/>“Thank you,” he started, unsure what he actually wanted to say. All he knew was that Potter had taken a massive chance on him and he really wanted to be able to show Potter that he had done that for something. “Thank you for trusting me.”