Harry just shrugged at that. No, he wanted to say – after all this was the only thing he could answer truthfully, and some part of him didn’t believe he would ever be okay again, but he assumed Draco already knew that.<br/>“Things haven’t really caught up to me yet,” Harry answered, and he turned to meet Draco’s eyes. “I know it isn’t, but if you were to tell me that this was just all a dream, I’d believe you.” The corners of Harry’s mouth turned slightly upward, but his smile was tired and joyless, well aware of the foolishness that lied behind his words. “It still feels unreal.”<br/>Once again the conversation took another intense turn which Harry would like to avoid, and Harry had to look away. “I’m happy you didn’t,” Harry commented on Draco’s original statement. They had lost so many to the war and Harry was relieved that he didn’t have to lose another; but not knowing how to (or if to) express this, Harry didn’t continue.