________<br/><br/>Harry wouldn’t say he had spent a lot of time thinking about how best to proceed this morning, but the awkwardness of their dinner still clung to Harry even after a shower, and he had a vested interest in avoiding another disastrous morning.<br/>Draco had all but collapsed into himself in what Harry had eventually judged to be shame; a feeling Harry didn’t share, but, as the day progressed, had come to feel struck by. It was hard to distinguish the root cause of that mortification, but Harry found that the common denominator was Harry himself.<br/>It had wrecked havoc in Harry’s mind and heart, laying in bed that morning, trying to figure out how to best avoid adding to the fire brewing somewhere within Draco.<br/>Harry had decided to offer his olive branches but retreat if Draco wasn’t ready to accept them. So, Harry had headed for the kitchen, only manually asking Coote to prepare him his tea to increase his visibility in the Manor, not wanting to appear as if he was shying away from their relation.<br/>When Harry entered the kitchen, the sight of Draco seated at the dinette sent a wave of relief through Harry, having to actively stop himself from interpreting it as progress too quickly. After all, it was Draco’s kitchen, and maybe the expectation was that Harry should cower from their common spaces.<br/>“Good morning,” he said, the relief translating into a note of pleasant surprise.<br/>While Harry stalled at the doorway, with no immediate intention of joining Draco by the table, he didn’t seem annoyed by Draco’s presence, only slightly derailed.<br/>“Have you eaten already?” Harry added, as he entered the room, though he approached the cabinets rather than the table.<br/>He glanced over at Draco, eyes dipping to the empty table ahead of Draco as if offering context to a rather straight forward question.