The more emotion seeped into Draco's voice and words, the harder a conversation it seemed to become. It made Harry shift in his seat, uncomfortable, but not knowing whether or not he should move closer or further away from Draco.<br/>"Of course you can," Harry replied, though, as he said it, he realized it might not have been as apparent to Draco as it was to Harry. Harry was well aware of the fact that he had specifically asked Draco not to keep in touch while away on the first half of his tour. It made Harry's stomach knot up, suddenly struck by a feeling of remorse he hadn't been aware of until that specific moment.<br/>In the end, he leaned forward, forearms resting against his knees.<br/>Sitting across from Draco, Harry could only imagine the baggage Draco brought with him into the conversation; whether it be previous, similar conversations or unresolved hurt from the last time he had left Harry.<br/>Uncertain what to say or do, Harry's lips parted, but the words didn't come. It was Draco's phrasing, them being<span style="font-style: italic">together</span>, that posed the greatest mental hurdle to Harry, finding that he didn't know what that entailed.<br/>It took Harry another few moments for Harry to gather a sentence. Almost timidly, he attempted a rephrased point he had already made. "Can't we just act like you're not gone at all?"