Picking up on the tonal shift, Harry straightened his posture, slightly turning his torso further towards Draco. It was clear that the other ment business, and thought Harry couldn't blame him, it did suck out some of the air in the cabin. "Yeah, of course."<br/>Harry had parted the Manor with a long list of the made up facts revolving fake details of their fake relationship - a list, which he had done his mest to memorize prior to this evening - yet<span style="font-style: italic">true</span>facts about Draco himself were few and far between. Seeing the importance in disclosing trivial, yet fundamental details, Harry once again leaned into the backrest, needing a moment to think.<br/>His eyes had unintentionally wandered out the windshield, lips parting a moment before actually speaking.<br/>"If you could stand on my right -" he started, voice tentative as he once again turned to look at Draco. The easy smiles had been replaced by a sudden feeling of dread tied in with saying intimate things out loud. Regardless, he continued, softly but almost practical. "It's my left leg that's bad, and sometimes its good to have something to lean against if it starts getting sore."