When conversation mulled, Harry ducked his head to look over the group of Cursebreakers, using the gesture as an intentional attempt to pull back, fearing he wouldn’t get up if he allowed himself to linger.<br/>“I better get on, but listen, let me buy the next round,” he said, as his attention returned to Buchannan.<br/>Although it was commonplace for Harry to spurge with such an invitation - enough that Harry suspected it had been Buchannan’s intention all along - Harry wasn’t unaware of the fact that the offer came just a tad bit easier knowing Draco was in the group. It was likely as close he would ever get to buying Draco a pint, and still Harry was going to take it, starved for that kind of relationship, too.<br/>Harry’s gaze flickered over to Draco, and inevitably a smile reappeared onto his lips, although his attention remained on Buchannan when he spoke.<br/>“If whiskey is what you want, whiskey you shall get, Buck,” he grinned, already taking a step around Buchannan’s chair. Accompanying the tease, Harry’s hand fell overtop of Buchannan’s shoulder, patting a few flat encouragements to his coworker’s clavicle. Within the next step, he had withdrawn it.<br/>It didn’t even register to Harry, the way the motion repeated itself. Within another step, Harry had stepped behind Buchannan’s chair to Draco’s, and rather than pocketing his hand, it slipped onwards to Draco’s shoulder. Pinching an almost juvenile little tease to the skin where Draco’s shoulder met his neck, the impulse to reach for Draco burned through any sense of logic.<br/>“Cheers, lads, enjoy your evening,” Harry smiled as a parting remark, hand off of Draco almost as soon as it had found him. He raised the same in half a wave, before continuing behind the row of Cursebreakers towards his own company.