The way Draco egged him closer made Harry snicker, giddy relief spilling out of him as he allowed them to indulge in the stupidity of it all. In that moment, it was exactly what he needed.<br/>Staggering half a step forward, there was little space to move in, between the desk and the chair; Harry quickly reached for Draco’s shoulders as a point of stability<br/>“You look good in an office,” he grinned as his hands brushed up Draco’s neck, not terribly keen to encourage that particular line of conversation. It was likely why Harry had left with such a headache, the Mind Healer knowing too much of the broader context of Harry’s life and too few of the nuances.<br/>Leaning into Draco’s touch, Harry allowed himself to sink into Draco’s lap. It was an awkward fit, the generous chair still too narrow for two grown men; it dulled some of the brazen desire of the action when Harry had to take a seat as he fit, knees both turned to one side.<br/>It didn’t dull his grin, however, his eyes bright with affection. “Suits you.”