Draco couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that Potter was ending his conversation so quickly after he had entered the kitchen. Sure, it was likely just a friend or a coworker who wanted to meet up or something, yet Draco still knew that he was the reason that Potter was even stuck at the manor in the first place.<br/>It all felt incredibly messy and Draco was having a hard time figuring out which leg to stand on, wanting to work to get Potter out again quickly, but also respecting that he had other things going on.<br/>“I did,” he stated, wringing his hands, glass of water abandoned on the table. He turned to look at Potter, who in turn had turned to look at Draco as well. It felt too familiar, too much like they had any business looking at each other, as if they knew each other.<br/>“But there’s no rush, you can go ahead and finish your conversation if you’d like,” he stated, knowing that Potter was likely keen on hearing what Draco had to tell, yet Draco also wanted him to know that his results weren’t something that was going to change in the time that it took for Potter to finish a conversation.