Harry's word only helped to make Draco feel even worse about the situation and while he wanted to share with Harry, then he just wasn't sure if he was ready to actually see it. It was complicated after all and he knew that Harry had to be exhausted, but it also didn't seem like they could further push this conversation now. They were too far gone by now and Draco would just have to face the music.<br/>"I do. I really do want this," Draco swore and he did. There was nothing he wanted more than to get to be more intimate with Harry, but he was terrified at the prospect of Harry reacting badly to it. He wanted to trust Harry but it was so hard, because he knew that it wasn't a pretty sight and it did tend to overwhelm whoever were unlucky enough to gaze upon it.<br/>"I just-" he started, but he couldn't finish the sentence, because he didn't know how to explain it. It would feel too much like he was blaming Harry for how he looked, which he very much didn't. The two things just happened to be tied together. He took a deep breath, needing to gather all of his strength to actually go through with what he was about to do.<br/>"Actually, it's a lot easier if I just show you," he said in a soft voice as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "But you have to promise not to freak out," he added in a hurried, almost panicked, voice. Once the last button was open he pushed his shirt aside, not daring to look at Harry's face to see his reaction.