Looking at Draco, there was something inevitably bittersweet about his phrasing. Harry wanted the same grace to be afforded their relationship, but realistically, they had already drained it for everything it was worth and more; it was never supposed to stick the way it had, realising he had grown greedy with it.<br/>It didn’t reach his eyes, but Harry smiled nonetheless. “You should.”<br/>Having spent the majority of his year in this very room, with Draco here at his desk, it took a long moment to realise he had finally overstayed his welcome. It crept up his throat as an unsettled nausea, forcing him to take a slow and deliberate inhale, eyes turning away from Draco; it didn't help that there, in a diagonal behind Draco, was the desk he had offered Harry to work at, ministry folders still cluttering it.<br/>Suddenly, Harry was struck with a feeling that he didn’t know where he fit in his own life any more, if it wasn’t in reference to Draco.<br/>“I better go, then, yeah?” he said, eyes still at the half-abandoned desk. He uncrossed his arms, hands gripping the edge of the table, though he never pushed himself off it, not sure if he could bear it just yet.