As soon as Draco had made a move to follow him, Harry had pushed himself off of the doorframe, stepping back into the damp little room off of the hallway. It was an entirely uncharming space, the air already feeling stuffy from Harry and Buchannan having talked in it for no more than ten minutes, and yet nothing of that showed in Harry’s expression. When he turned to look at Draco, his expression was bright and his smile was boyish, inevitably and helplessly.<br/>“How’re you holding up?” he asked, entirely too casual for their context. While they weren’t touching, the distance between them could certainly have been greater.<br/>Getting to watch Draco work had been more of a treat than Harry expected, the thrill and admiration subtly visible in the way his gaze scanned over Draco’s features, taking advantage of the fact that, for the first time since this morning, they were alone.<br/>“Alright?”