Harry would’ve rather that Draco had told him he was dying. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment he had stopped second guessing their relationship, but he knew it was his own mistake for having gotten this comfortable in it, realising now that it had been misconstrued.<br/>“Right,” he said, his voice shallow. Draco’s every addition feeling more painful than the previous; on Harry’s end,<span style="font-style: italic">like</span>didn’t even begin to cover it. “I get that.”<br/>Harry paused as though he was thinking, but really, his mind had gone blank. No matter the searing sense of loss that ached through his bones, it didn’t ever translate to a fight to keep Draco in his life. It never could have, not when Draco wasn’t asking but telling him.<br/>“Of course you shouldn’t do anything to jeopardise your job,” he added, trying to refocus his gaze on Draco. Above all, Harry agreed with the sentiment; of course Draco seeing that opportunity through was far more important than this could ever be.