Harry didn’t even attempt to rummage through the cupboards for the supplies needed to make himself a cup of tea, the gesture more symbolic than anything. After a month at the manor, Harry had yet to manually make his own cup of tea, and while the loss of his wand made him want to revert to those manual habits, he had to accept that this just simply wasn’t his own kitchen back at Grimmauld.<br/>As Draco spoke, Harry turned towards him, resting the small of his back against the edge of the counter. From there, Harry recognized it had also been in the interest of giving Draco space.<br/>“I think I’m gonna have mine in the sunroom,” he said, though it was only out of politeness that he made it sound like he was still considering it. Draco had undoubtedly spent too much time and effort warding that room for Harry to discard it; and then he still missed the sun so terribly much, feeling like the Manor had started to feel even colder now he knew how warm Draco’s hands could be against his skin.<br/>“I just wanted to see if there was any mail,” Harry elaborated, though he wasn’t sure if it was necessary, or if speaking on it would only make his case that more unlikely. After all, Coote could have apparated it all there for him.<br/>Harry didn’t allow either of them to linger. “Or the Prophet, if you’re not reading it.”