Harry nodded at that, satisfied with both the answer and the honesty. Harry neither needed nor expected Malfoy to have it all figured out within a day of work, but it helped ease some of the mental strain of knowing he didn’t have to keep up with Malfoy; if<span style="font-style: italic">he </span>didn’t know, Harry could without bad conscience park that train of thought for now.<br/>“Alright,” he said, easily. There was no follow up question to it, Harry willingly accepting that at face value.<br/>Instead, Harry gave in to instincts. It had become clear that Malfoy had relaxed into his seat, making it easy for Harry to fill that space, leaning forward over the table.<br/>“Which file do you have left to read?” he asked, eyes on the parchment as he picked up the top one of the stack. He turned it to read it, seeing that it was, in fact, the exert from Harry’s medical journal.<br/>By sheer muscle memory, Harry’s eyes skipped across the page, still subconsciously trying to read it through Malfoy’s eyes.