Harry’s eyes fluttered shut when Draco reached out to brush across his forehead. It made his heart flip in his chest, the caress carrying greater reassurance than any touch they had ever shared. Harry couldn’t have anticipated the sense of relief that simple touch provided him.<br/>When Draco let his hand fall, Harry opened his eyes again, searching for anything in Draco’s expression that might contradict his words. It was a big question Harry had asked him, and one Harry wasn’t sure he could expect being given an honest answer to.<br/>There really wasn’t anything Harry could do but trust him.<br/>Allowing himself to interpret Draco’s open arms as an invitation, Harry sat up slightly, shifting closer to fill the void between them.<br/>“Alright,” Harry accepted in a breath as he settled into the crook of Draco’s arm, wrapping an arm across Draco’s midriff. As he laid his head atop of Draco’s clavicle, Harry huffed a suppressed, little chuckle. “Figured I’d better check.”