Harry's lips parted as if to reply, but found the response in the way his mind had gone blank for a second. His eyes had dipped a while back, probably having prompted Draco's question to begin with.<br/>Harry's attention had been caught by the way Draco's ankle leaned against his outstretched prosthetic leg. Harry's relaxed, laid back posture was solely practical, finding the prosthetic joint awkward to manually bend when seating himself; when Draco had returned the proximity with a caress to a bodypart Harry had no feeling in, it had warmed his heart endlessly.<br/>The evening had been a lot of that; Draco being unexplainably generous in his affection and Harry so flustered that he struggling to accept it in a way that seemed habitual.<br/>With a little sigh, trying to regain a sense of reality, Harry shifted in his seat. As his eyes finally found Draco's, he comfortably outstretched his good leg, crossing it over his ankle.<br/>"We're getting there," he admitted in an exhale, a grin growing at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his arms across his chest. He felt his eyes go glassy, the evening so exhaustingly long that Harry had first switched to a more coffein-high soda, and the once again back to something that wouldn't keep him up at night.<br/>Finally feeling like he could return the caress, Harry tipped his shoe up against the inside of Draco's calf in an attempt to perk them both up a bit. "Are you? You seem fine, still."