Draco hadn’t answered anything Harry had already heard, and yet Harry paused to consider it, more willing to engage in slow conversation as the day ended around them.<br/>Shifting his posture, Harry outstretched his legs, crossing them at the ankle. Crossing that distance, it allowed Harry to entangle his legs with Draco’s, resting his against the side of Draco’s calf, comfortable but without any real sense of suggestiveness beyond a thoughtless caress.<br/>“I know,” he eventually answered. The tone of his voice hadn’t changed as a result of the touch; it remained easy and far off, Draco’s company and the wine in his system making him equally comfortable. “Still.”