Up close, Draco looked a mess, bearing clear signs of not having slept in two days. It made Harry’s stomach flip with unease, uncertain what role he had played in pushing Draco this far, but he certainly felt to blame.<br/>“Look, you don’t have to come to bed with me,” he said gently, trying a different approach. Standing in front of Draco now, it did seem to catch up to Harry just how much Draco had actually withdrawn into himself. That in and of itself wasn’t an issue. Harry could understand that whatever they were could have changed as a result of their context changing; it was, however, an eerie look into what Draco considered to be normal when none there to stop him from destroying himself chasing a white rabbit.<br/>“If you don’t want to, that’s alright. As long as you sleep, I don’t care where,” Harry dragged, not wanting to overcommit. He felt like he was stating the obvious, and yet, he went on into something that would only leave his lips this early in the morning. “I wouldn’t mind, though.”