All Harry had done since closing the car door behind Draco had been to circle the car and seat himself; and yet, by the time closed the door behind him, his demeanor spoke of greater strain. Relaxing into the seat, Harry exhaled, feeling more flushed than was reasonable of it all.<br/>Though he had to remind himself that this wasn't one of Malfoy's drivers, and that this was very much still a public interaction, Harry felt like this was, given the proceeding many hours, a<span style="font-style: italic">break</span>.<br/>Harry felt utterly exhausted, and yet it seemed like there was a million things still to be done before he could call it a night; primarily, whether or not he'd actually be spending the night with Draco.<br/>Not knowing how to go about asking about Draco's expected sleeping arrangements, since he so intently refused his father's offer to drive back to the manor, Harry finally shifted, despite his exhaustion.<br/>Undoing the clasps of the military coat to ease the movement, Harry straightened his posture to better address the driver.<br/>"The Langham, mate, thank you."<br/>It was only when Harry relaxed back into the seat that he tipped his head over to look at Draco. Maybe the other had come to regret the choice; maybe it had never been a true choice, and solely a rejection of Lucius. If the case was, Harry figured Draco could take the cab the rest of the way to the countryside.<br/>That logic, however, didn't seem to deafen Harry's doubts.<br/>"Or what?" he asked, trying to appear boyish and easygoing about it, when truly, wanting a straight answer was eating him up inside.<br/>As if to force that tonal shift, Harry's hand left his coat to instead settle on Draco's knee. It at least felt reassuring knowing the cabbie didn't know if their fake relationship was one of a month or the intended year and a half.<br/>"You're really coming back with me?"