Harry still sat on the edge of his chair, leaning forward from when he had placed his wine glass in front of Draco for him to refill it. Even having already taken a sip, Harry’s forearms remained on the table, turning the glass by its stem.<br/>He had just finished unloading the latest cycle of DMLE gossip and its possible progressions now that Harry was out of the loop for time being. The fact that Draco so easily discredited it as being anything but humorous had Harry wanting to call out his bluff. Working with Draco for a month had blurred that line, finding it increasingly harder to comprehend that Draco wouldn’t be or hadn’t always been an in-office coworker, and that he neither had nor ever would ever get to experience the comedy of the scene first-hand.<br/>"I’m not," he countered with a smile, aware of the fact that the three glasses of wine had dulled the rationality of his argument. There was no real truth in the statement, even inebriated he knew better than to expect them to have reconnected through any other circumstance than through force or chance; and yet Harry smiled like he whole-heartedly believed it could have been different. "I think you would’ve had a right laugh; I’m just not telling it right."