Harry hummed in lieu of a reply, his attention already far removed from their conversation as he carefully picked out three sections of hair from Draco’s hairline, attentive to not pull at the fine hairs.<br/>Braiding a link, Harry’s fingers racked across Draco’s scalp, sectioning off more hair to add to the French plaid tentatively taking form. It eventually removed the necessity for Draco to look up.<br/>“Take your time,” he eventually reassured. As the amount of hair in his hands increased, it became easier to maintain a steady grip and the conversation simultaneously. To Harry, it wasn’t that he cared what Draco had to say, he cared about Draco easing up on himself. “We can just sit for a moment, too.”