While Draco was fully aware of the fact that he was likely the main cause of the awkwardness himself, having found that Potter seemed to have very little qualms about the night they had spent together. Or at least, that was what it seemed like, but Draco found that he had a very hard time figuring out exactly what was going on in Potter’s mind about it all.<br/>With some hesitation, Draco handed his plate to Potter, finding that he lacked appetite, mostly because being around Potter in a more intimate setting was giving him a stomach ache. He so desperately wanted to be relaxed about the entire thing, but he knew that there was just no way that he could do that. It was no in his nature to simply hookup, but he also knew that there was absolutely no way that they would ever be more than that; nor did he think that he would want that for himself.<br/>Though Draco had to admit that it had been easier to get things done while Potter had worked in the study as well, his day had still very much been painted by just how little he wanted to look at his coworker. It was likely not as terribly awkward as Draco made it out to be, but there was just something about knowing how those hands felt on his naked skin and how his hair had felt between Draco’s fingertips that made it near impossible to think of anything else.<br/>“Thanks,” he managed, trying desperately to find some sense in his own head, but he knew that it was a cause long lost.