Even if Draco should have come to expect Potter’s company by now, he still jumped when he heard his voice as he entered the kitchen. It was still a great sense of relief when Potter took the seat in front of Draco at the dinette, rather than just getting some things to go to the sunroom.<br/>“Morning,” he said in a soft voice, casually stirring his tea, though no spoon was present and he was only doing the motion an inch above the rim of his cup. It was mostly to keep his hands going, taking his tea black, but it was a soothing motion to him so he kept going.<br/>“I slept just fine,” Draco stated, trying to find his footing in their conversation, but was having a hard deciphering exactly what it was that Potter expected from him. Maybe they were just returning to normal, something that Draco greatly hoped but he didn’t really dare believe.<br/>“What about you?” Draco asked, finally turning his attention towards Potter instead, once again struck by how beautiful he looked. It was infuriating, the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window and making Harry light up, highlighting exactly why it was that Draco had managed to move the wards around the sunroom for him.