Harry couldn't help but laugh at Draco's offer. It was a pathetic excuse for a laugh, and could just as easily be interpreted as a single, relieved sob. The whole situation felt absolutely ridiculous and Harry was at a loss for words trying to expect how grateful he was for Draco's presence.<br/>"I really don't want to talk about it," he admitted with a weak, apologetic smile, as he softly moved to grip Draco's wrists. It wasn't ment as an attempt to urge Draco to let go; more than anything it was the opposite. The feeling of Draco's hands in his hair was far more soothing than Harry would have ever expected it to be.