Harry hummed a chuckle, sharing the sentiment. There was something incredibly reassuring about the fact that they were both inching their way to a solution, though Harry knew the day would come where he'd have to explain why the Ministry had paid Draco Malfoy a small fortune for a month, yet barely being able to show any results. Harry at the very least was on a monthly contract.<br/>"I'm just happy I can space out for a moment," Harry admitted with a grin, chin tipped upward as his hands were his colar to undo those buttons. Though they were a month closer to summer, Harry had yet to shed any layers.<br/>He picked the glasses from his nose, tossing to the table without folding them.<br/>"I think the markings held up fine," he added, knowing Draco would soon see for himself. Catching hold of his back collar, Harry pulled both his sweater and dress shirt off in one motion, the shirt only catching slightly as his ears. His eyes glanced up at Draco as the shirt bunched at the sleeves, having to pull them off one by one before discarding the bundle of clothes, leaving him in his undershirt.<br/>"What's it been, a week?" When Harry said he felt like he was living the same days on a loop, i wasn't an exhageration. Draco barely respected the weekends, muddling the days even more together.<br/>Harry had leaned backwards to pull the shirt out of his trousers, before taking that off and tossing that, too.