Draco shook his head again, not really sure how to deal with the entire ordeal. It's way too much, and he had to appreciate the beer to take away his attention from the tension. He took another sip, trying not to stare. It felt insanely intimate, and he didn't know when their platonic hangout had turned into... whatever this was. He ran a hand through his hair, and took another, rather large, sip from his beer.<br/>He was wondering if he should say something, anything really, but everything he could say would feel forced. Why couldn't he just act like a normal person?