Harry wasn’t sure he agreed. Contrary to other weeks, Harry felt like he had gained a firmer grasp of the material by having shifted their point of view and workspace. Between days on end spent in the study, yesterday’s work felt like it would continue to stand out.<br/>He took another bite as he considered Draco’s take.<br/>“I think yesterday was really helpful,” he eventually said and he meant it sincerely. Even if they had both committed to pretending they hadn’t slept together, Harry didn’t want to diminish the value of having allowed themselves a change of scenery.<br/>Part of him felt like it was a shame that the work they had done in the sunroom seemed difficult to distance from the fact that Harry had kissed Draco there. If Draco’s mood was any indicator, the entirety of the sunroom might be tainted, and Harry felt a sense of loss in that knowledge.<br/>“I feel I’m in a better place than at the start of the week,” he said with an easy smile, picking out the radish from his salad with his fork. He didn’t look at Draco while he spoke, but there was no resentment in the action; Harry was aware of why and how he had made that progress. “Maybe we should lay out the medical journals, too, sometime. We didn’t get to yesterday.”