Harry hummed a low reply, the loss that clung to that word still making his heart ache with everything that could have been.<br/>“I slept in his childhood bedroom when I first moved in,” he reminisced, barely opening his eyes, vision blurred and cheek scrunched. Still, he had spent enough hours in this particular room to make sense of the vague shapes, knowing that this room, in a sense, was a relic of Draco’s childhood, too. It was distinctly different, though.<br/>“I eventually had to stop,” he mumbled, eyes falling back shut.<br/>He was silent for a few, slow breaths full of things he considered saying but didn’t. Instead, he turned to a far simpler truth. “I like your room better.”