When Draco moved closer, Harry himself took another few steps down the ladder, wanting to inviteDrao in by allowing him the space to move freely. A shadow of his crooked smile was still visible on his features, but his mind was going a thousand miles an hour. Harry had only one before encountered a camper with similar cuts on their person, but that both felt like ages ago and a whole other conversation. With Draco, Harry felt like this was the appropriate end to that conversation.<br/>"Yeah, I know," he answered with a soft airiness to his voice, as he glanced down into the lake beneath him. He had reached the last step, leaning back into the water as he gently pushed himself off and away from the ladder.<br/>The few extra feet that added to the distance between them only seemed to highlight the darkness of the evening, blurring Draco just another bit.<br/>"Let me know if you want to talk about it, though," Harry eventually added. His smile was tentative, but his voice showed no hesitation. Harry's smile widened another bit, though he didn't say out loud whatever thought had brought that smile to his face.