“No, you’re right,” Harry agreed, a furrow between his brows as he shook his head. He thought so, at least; last time around, it had been kept from him for too long. “I appreciate it.”<br/>Emotions filled his chest, though not all of them were sorrowful. They bunched at the back of his throat, not able to verbalize the fact that the thought of being back where he was at 15 made him want to sick up.<br/>He breathed through his nose.<br/>Kicking at the floor, Harry swiveled on his chair, once again having to fight the urge to get up and leave. His attention was on the door, and this time, he caved.<br/>“I think I’m done for today,” he mused, voice small with exhaustion. There was still an hour or two left of the day, but Harry needed to move. “I’m gonna head home.”