The familiarity of the scene was almost uncanny, yet Malfoy was a new actor in that specific play. It muddled the lines, ebbing over with the gentle intimacy of spending their last few moments awake together. While that wasn’t what Malfoy was saying, Harry found himself reliving times others had spoken the same words to him, in times where that hadn’t meant going to bed alone.<br/>It left a soft smile on Harry’s lips, incredibly pleased by the way their evening had unfolded, regardless.<br/>The agreement visible in his actions, Harry stood up. It immediately displaced the exhaustion to a knot between his shoulders, though he didn’t attempt to stretch to dissipate it.<br/>Instead, in a moment of tired gratitude, Harry reached his hand over Malfoy’s desk, informally offering it for the other to shake.<br/>"It’s been good catching up," he said with a smile, not deaf to the way that phrasing tilted the meaning. While they had talked plenty, this was distinctly different, for the first time feeling like they would part having learned anything new – not about the case but one another.