Harry didn't know how to react to any of that, so he simply didn't. His mind was unable to catch up with everything that was happening, and no matter how hard he tried to focus on Draco's words, every thought was within seconds pushed aside by the sensation of Draco's hand on his.<br/>"I, uh -" he exhaled, only then realising that his eyes had moved from Draco's face to their hands. Figuring that might be why the touch seemed to invade all of Harry's senses, he looked up at the other; the sight that met him, however, only made things worse. The reaction that hadn't come when the other reached out to touch him came upon meeting Draco's eyes. The soft smile on Draco's lips and the sincerity of it all took Harry's breath away, and a heat crept up his neck in a blush only hidden by the darkness of his skin.<br/>With another laughing exhale, Harry struggled to find any words, and eventually had to look down. In a small, uncertain movement, Harry flexed his hand under Draco, in a gesture that was somewhere between a return of the touch and an plead for the caress to end. Uncertain which signal he had intended to send, Harry's eyes remained on their hands.<br/>"I don't know what to tell you, Draco," Harry eventually admitted, though most of it stemmed from the fact that he had forgotten what Draco had said in the first place. "I wouldn't change it for the world."