It was more the change of tone, than the implication of Draco's words, that sent Harry's head spinning. Though their interaction had been heavy and intimate, this new type of intimacy was completely different; Harry felt like he had been included in a well kept secret.<br/>Needing a moment to steady his train of thoughts, he turned in order to toss his balled up shirt to dry safety on the dock behind him. He could only imagine what it had taken Draco to tell him, and he didn't want to betray that trust by saying the wrong thing.<br/>Desperately wanting to have had this conversation under different conditions, Harry shifted, turning around fully and onto a kneeling position on the dock. Once there, he carefully climbed a few steps down the dock ladder.<br/>Though not standing directly in front of Draco, it permitted Harry to properly face Draco. The other was backlit against the sparse lighting of the camp and for another brief moment, Harry was at a loss of words.<br/>"Thank you for telling me," he said once he felt certain he could speak without infliction. He, however, head many years at camp shine through. Delayed, a small smile grew on his lips, not wanting to come across as patronizing. "You shouldn't feel like you had to, though - you can keep your shirt on without it having to be weird."