When Potter flipped his hand to properly hold Draco’d, Draco’s heart skipped a beat, unsure exactly what he was supposed to read into the situation. It was only when his pulse returned to normal that he realised that Potter had likely thought that he wanted to take his temperature again, an explanation that made a whole lot more sense to him than Potter simply wanting to hold his hand.<br/>“Everything, I guess,” Draco stated with a soft shrug, his hold still soft on Potters hand, not really wanting to let go but also knowing that there literally was no meaning to the gesture.<br/>A thousand thoughts were flying through Draco’s head, unable to make sense of one before another took its place, what Draco<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>know though was that he was filled with regret. He had regretted his decisions as a teenager even before interacting with Potter again, but there was definitely something about spending so much time together with Potter that made him view their former interaction in a completely different light. It had been the cause of many a stomach ache on Draco’s part.<br/>“A decade too late I guess,” he added, his smile timid, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to smile after this. He carefully withdrew his hand as well, finding the gesture too intimate and needing to be able to better ground himself.