Even though it had been Harry who had chosen the tone of their pretend, backwards conversation, it still brought a flush to his cheeks to hear how effortlessly Draco played along. Harry had spoken of possibilities, even in the context of their fake relationship it didn't promise anything besides restless sleep; Draco's words, however, did.<br/>The driver either hadn't heard of didn't care, and still Harry felt like he was under a magnifying glass. It was Schrödinger's charade; for now, the intimacy of their conversation was both necessary and utterly redundant, and Harry would never know for certain before it backfired on them.<br/>With a considerable delay, the blush finally gave way for a dumb smile, making Harry shake his head. He simply couldn't think of a witty response that served any veiled purpose; all he could think of was<span style="font-style: italic">yes please</span>.<br/>Instead, the intimacy was replaced elsewhere. Letting go of Draco's hand, Harry's easily landed a few inches above Draco's knee, the way the other had spread his legs making Harry's fingers curl around Draco's inner thigh in a loose grip.<br/>Rather than being suggestive, the touch allowed Harry to lean up against Draco, stretching to mutter something in his ear.<br/>"You get it, yeah?" Harry wanted to clarify, another little break of character veiled in the bigger picture.<br/>He leaned away far enough to be able to get Draco in his sight, some of his weight still resting on Draco's leg. There was a smile on his lips as he looked like he was going to go on, this time at a civil distance, but reconsidered.<br/>Once again leaning close, Harry offered Draco another private remark. "You're most welcome, but it might not be a pleasant sleep."<br/>Then, as if to punctuate not only the matter but the perceived intimacy, Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's jaw.