Harry had a hard enough time trying to understand what they were even discussing as it was, and seeing Draco like this didn't help. Harry's features softened as he detangled his arms from one another, finally standing up properly.<br/>"No, I mean -" he started, not even sure<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>he meant, but he figured if he just kept talking, he would probably make up his mind. Harry took a careful step forward towards Draco, desperately wishing that he would look at him, but still too uncertain of this whole thing to get any closer.<br/>"I don't want to pretend it didn't happen," he eventually continued. He knew he was way in over his head, and that made his voice low as if it was hard to breathe; but regardless of that, his eyes remained fixated on Draco's. Harry had found he words to end that sentence, but once again it depended on his interpretation of Draco's vague apologies, and he was terrified that he once again had assumed too much. "- I just thought you regretted kissing me."