Harry hummed an acknowledgement, eyes to his plate as he picked at his food. Draco was slipping in and out of the conversation, Harry could tell; it was something he didn’t know what to do about, other than perhaps ignoring it.<br/>“Were you busy?” he asked before taking a bite, by now having garnered quite the appetite after skipping breakfast.<br/>His eyes found Draco as he chewed, interested in why it was a piece of information Draco hadn’t retained.<br/>“This morning, I mean,” he contextualised; he hadn’t entirely swallowed the bite, knuckle raised to his lips as if that were to excuse his poor manners.<br/>Harry hadn’t really gotten the impression that Draco had been busy, though maybe he was meant to<span style="font-style: italic">appear </span>deep in work, and less like he was avoiding Harry. It was a rather stifling possibility considering they were sitting in front of one another sharing lunch.<br/>Harry could pretend Draco had just been busy, if only because it eased their conversation. After all, he didn’t really need an answer, and it certainly hadn’t been his intention to push.<br/>When Harry spoke again, he did so without a bite in his mouth, eyes to the plate as he prepared another. “Have you made any progress today?”