Harry found that he could do little else than to smile. Though the air between them wasn't tense, it was definitely heavy with unsaid. They had scratched the surface of a whole other conversation, and Harry could tell by Draco's fidgeting that he was trying to decide if it was a conversation worth opening.<br/>Not particularly keen on having a conversation that was inevitably filled with<span style="font-style: italic">buts</span>or<span style="font-style: italic">ifs</span>and other conditions - at least not here and there. With a small, decisive exhale, Harry straightened his posture.<br/>Moving before either of them could think twice about it, Harry shifted his chair from one side of the café table to another. The sound of the chair legs scrape against the flooring did little to embarrass Harry; when he once again seated himself, this time considerably closer to Draco, Harry was sporting a wide smile.<br/>"I hope you don't mind," he finally said, his voice half a laugh as he turned to reach for his cup of tea. With a glance and a grin, he looked back at Draco. "Feels like you've been far away long enough."