During the brief silence that fell over them, Harry had a moment of self awareness, finding it impossible to justify what on Earth they were doing. While Harry found it hard to regret getting up and going over to Draco, there was a stupid presumptuousness about turning to physical touch as a mean to pull Draco out of his reverie.<br/>Mercifully, Draco was quick to fill the silence, interrupting Harry’s train of thought.<br/>As a response, Harry only hummed, a gentle encouragement for Draco to go on. He braided another link, slow and neatly.<br/>“Should there be one?” he challenged, the same way he would prompt any other of his coworkers to reexamine their assumptions, though his voice lacked any real bite. The intimacy of braiding Draco’s hair back removed any trace of professionalism from their interaction.