"It's fine if you don't," Harry dismissed Draco's vague attempt to explain things, leaning back against the backrest as he for the second time today rubbed his eyes. Reality had caught up with him in a matter of split seconds, and he now felt war more overwhelmed than he had been coming to Draco's flat.<br/>"Just, please<span style="font-style: italic">talk</span>to me," Harry exhaled helplessly as he removed his hands from his face. In doing so, his hands naturally fell a bit above Draco's knees, but suddenly very conscious about the way he touched Draco, Harry retrieved his hands - a gesture that in retrospect seemed dumb and unnecessary, seeing as Draco was still sitting on his lap. "I want us to work, but you just have to open up to me about things."