Draco unloaded what was, now clearly, a load he had been carrying for a few days, Harry realized he couldn’t keep up. It was obvious that Draco didn’t know what he was asking, not entirely, instead trying to translate a hunch into something that was at least broadly comprehensible to Harry.<br/>As Harry tentatively accepted the files, he wasn’t sure Draco had succeeded all that well. It left him stalling, needing a moment for his brain to leave the overtime calculations and return onto injuries that were likely several years old.<br/>He paused, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking. Part of him felt certain Draco would be led astray if he misspoke even slightly, the margin of what was relevant dauntingly narrow.<br/>“Why don’t you bring your chair over,” Harry urged, and in contrast to other vague invitations, this was practical and not really a suggestion at all. Draco needed to steady himself just as much, it seemed. “- while I give it a moment’s thought.”<br/>At the very least Harry needed to recall which cases Draco had been waving around. He opened the two files Draco had given him, both to the DMLE issued instance report vaguely detailing the circumstance of the injury.<br/>With some delay, Harry glanced back up at Draco, an encouraging smile to his lips.<br/>“Please,” he invited, as if this was his office, and as if Draco wouldn’t have to bring a chair over.<br/>His eyes had already returned to the papers, hands propping up his temple as he skimmed the entries Draco had taken such issue with. “I just need a minute to catch up with you.”