The absence of Draco's hand against Harry's skin felt far more uncomfortable than the reverse had, and for a moment, Harry considered reaching out for Draco, seemingly unable to go without the other's touch now that he had gotten used to it.<br/>When Draco's hand moved to his hair, Harry let the thought be, and inattentively, he mirrored the other's gesture. Harry's hand made its way up to his neck, gently rubbing at the muscles as he finally allowed himself to sit down on the bed.<br/>He remained seated for a moment, silently rubbing his neck before eventually reaching out that same hand to Draco, wanting to eliminate the distance between them he had just created.<br/>There was a soft and tired smile on Harry's lips, but his words were as genuine as they got, as he breathed a: "I'm really glad you're here."