The day had went a lot more smoothly than Draco could have feared, once again having found just how easy it was to be comfortable in Harry’s company. As Draco poured the wine, having elected to do it by hand just to see what Harry would do, he peered over at Harry. It made him pleased to see that Harry had elected to sit down on the sofa, still unsure what the physical bounds of their relation was, but willing to just take it as they went.<br/>“There you go,” Draco stated, a glass of wine in each hand, one handed towards Harry, as he took a seat on the sofa next to Harry, a littler closer than what was strictly necessary. It felt natural though and Draco liked that he didn’t have to overthink every single move he made.