Harry felt the last bones in his spine melt away beneath Draco’s caress, rendered little more than putty in the embrace. It felt impossible to even fathom ever getting up, let alone wanting to.<br/>He exhaled, slow and exhausted, as though emptying his lungs could mean he ceased to be.<br/>The word /home/ had echoed in his subconsciousness for the entire evening, and, as he laid there, the thud of Draco’s heartbeat in his ears, it was suddenly on the tip of his tongue, too.<br/>“The Mind Healer asked me if I’m doing alright at home,” he spoke into Draco’s chest after a minute, and though his voice was low and even, it was a tentative attempt to reflect on everything he hadn’t been able to share with the Healer.