Draco gratefully accepted the shirt, gently running the blue fabric between his hands, finding some comfort in finally having something to do with his hands. There was something so incredibly freeing in the way that Harry kept making jokes on his own behalf, making everything feel a little less stifled and awkward, even if that hardly seemed possible.<br/>“Shirt is fine, thanks,” he said with a warm smile, wanting to express his gratitude. After all, this sleepover was definitely something that he had just sprung on Harry and yet he was handling it as if it was nothing at all. It almost served to make Draco more guilty.<br/>“Well, I guess we both better head to bed then,” he said in a soft voice, feeling the exhaustion hit him like a freight train. “Thanks for this, and thanks for letting me take the bed.”