Seeing Draco tear up absolutely broke Harry's heart, and, for a moment, he feared he might cry too. The conversation had taken a turn in a matter of moments, and whatever frustration Harry had felt only minutes before had completely disappeared.<br/>"Oh, Draco," Harry whispered softly, instinctively tightening his grip around Draco. Harry's hands moved upwards onto Draco's bare back. Once his forearms rested against the other, Harry gently forced Draco back onto his knees in order to hold him in a embrace as close as possible.<br/>Harry's forehead rested at Draco's collar, needing a moment to collect himself. He found himself in a state of sensory overload, though he would have swore that he hadn't been paying attention to anything but Draco. It felt like his heart was hammering in his chest, and in an attempt to calm himself, Harry spent a moment distinguishing Draco's pulse from his own.<br/>"Draco, I love you so much." These were words Harry had been dancing around for the last couple of weeks, doing his best not to spring them on Draco too soon; but now, somewhere between awake and a sleep, devastated and elated, Harry didn't have any energy to spare to stop himself from saying it. His voice was barely a whisper, spoken too close to Draco's skin to be spoken clearly, but it was genuinely and sincere, and most importantly truthful.