Harry was almost certain neither Connor nor Buchannan expected Draco to have anybody waiting for him at home; he didn’t say it out loud, not sure he even ought to be here right now, and afraid that addressing it would make Draco realise it.<br/>It was difficult not to be, however, finding that the hand in his hair turned his spine into jelly. It read as an invitation for Harry to rest on Draco, but, for the first time today, Harry could look at Draco unabashedly and without restraint; and he did, eyes drawn to the curve of Draco's smile.<br/>“You’re good company,” he instead settled on with a lopsided grin, precariously leaning into the touch, the half-filled mug still in his free hand as more of his forearm rested on Draco’s thigh.