Something had shifted in the air between them; by the time Harry's eyes returned onto Draco, his attention caught by the touch, the tone of their conversation had distinctly fractured from what it had been only seconds before. What exactly it had been had escaped Harry. His mind had still been on the cases they had yet to review, but the gentle affection of the touch completely washed his mind clear, narrowing his existence down to the few points of contact they held.<br/>Failing to realize that the movement nulled the intent gesture, Harry turned his palm upward to meet Draco's, instinctively chasing the first ounce of physical affection he had received in a month. He didn't tighten the grip; it was barely more than an expression of bared vulnerability, wrist exposed and his fingers only just meeting Draco's skin.<br/>It took processing the apology for Harry’s mind to recognize that Draco hadn’t reached for him to yet again feel his temperature or pulse, simultaneously making the persistent touch intimate and juvenile. It made Harry’s smile return boyish.<br/>"What for?" he asked with sincerity, humoured by the seemingly incoherent interruption and how readily he had fallen quiet for Draco to peacefully count his heartbeat.