Draco nodded softly at that, trying not to be caught up in how stiff their conversation felt, especially compared to some of the other conversations that they had had. Still though, Draco knew that he was going to make do with what they had for now, taking his time in slowly building them back to what they had once managed to be.<br/>“That’s lovely,” Draco stated and he genuinely meant it. He knew that it wasn’t always easy to find ease in a place that wasn’t your home, but as long as Potter was able to sleep while he was here, then Draco felt somewhat at ease.<br/>Silence fell over them, something that wasn’t unusual anymore and yet Draco still found it stifling. He wanted to say so much more, but it was like no matter how hard he tried, the words just didn’t come to him and he was forced to just fall silent.<br/>Mustering up some level of courage, Draco kept his attention on Harry, who still looked beautiful and was making it impossible for Draco to not remember how his hair felt between his fingers. It wasn’t a thought that served him well, but it was a thought that lingered at the back of his mind.<br/>“I may have to take a long lunch today, by the way,” Draco started, picking up his tea to take a sip as if he was waiting for objections. He had no idea how else to start this conversation, part of him finding it embarrassing, so he figured that he could just as well rip off the bandaid. “My caseworker is coming by.”