"I don't know," Harry answered easily, allowing Draco to take his hand without any objection.<br/>There was an almost dumb grin to his lips, though the answer hadn't been neither as crude nor dishonest as it came out to be. Harry couldn't for the life of him recall anything important about his day at work, much less now that he had Draco's hand in his. "Feels like I've barely been."<br/>Searching for whatever intimacy was appropriate in a public setting, Harry leaned forward towards Draco. The way his chair was angled allowed Harry to completely bypass the small cafe table; instead leaning their hands against Draco's knee.<br/>There was such a sweetness to Draco, and in the back of his mind he relished the knowledge that he managed to bring out that side of Draco; he couldn't keep a grin off of his lips.<br/>"What does the usual mean?" he urged with scincere interest, even despite the slight tease of his voice.