Harry, utterly exhausted, felt like this had been the easiest part, drifting through the arrival without being super aware of the smallest detail of his mannerisms. He found that it made a great difference not having to interact with each other<span style="font-style: italic">with</span>others; while there was witnesses to their act, it was all peripherical and in constant motion.<br/>When they got out of the car, Harry doing so without Draco's help, Harry hadn't reached out for Draco to reestablished any form for physical touch, present enough in their bigger picture to know it wasn't necessary (and Harry, though at ease in the new way of their interaction, was still far to fragile to touch Draco in a way that would convey suppressed sexual desire).<br/>Instead, Harry had walked half a step ahead of Draco, stealing a glance in his direction every now and then; when he wasn't looking, Harry was fiddling to get out the room key.<br/>As they paused to wait for the elevator, Harry was aware of the attention of the night staff manning the reception. He had acknowledged them with a smile upon arrival, but felt fairly certain there had been a shift change while he had been out. Perhaps, he thought, this was the first time he'd experience Draco being recognized.<br/>Wanting to compensate for the lack of PDA, Harry offered Draco the second key card to the room. His attention had been on Draco's face, a smile growing with a delay. While it probably read as intimate, Harry wanted to allow Draco access to the room independed of him.<br/>"Dun wanna risk locking us out."