“I’d rather not, no,” Harry told the door, voice devout of any particular infliction. He couldn’t bear the kindness in Draco’s voice, too similar to a caress which Harry couldn’t properly accept, feeling odd in his own body.<br/>When he turned to look at Draco, there was no blame in his gaze, his expression as closed off as his frayed nerves allowed him to. Harry felt raw and vulnerable, and it made him want to leave the office and Draco behind, finding it too difficult to maintain his composure - and, even more so, to allow it to slip.<br/>“Thanks for coming, though,” Harry felt compelled to answer, eyes once again to the side. Gripping the armrests of his chair, he pushed himself upright.