Harry hummed at that, both an agreement and an acknowledgement. Sleep had muddled his voice, and he stretched, bending both arms over the top edge of the backrest, hands clasped together somewhere behind his head.<br/>Harry had always thought Malfoy to be clever, especially academically, and it shouldn’t really have come as a surprise that critical, reflective thinking was applicable over several subjects. He watched him interest.<br/>"Well put," Harry said with an easy smile. He desperately wanted to ask if Malfoy had come to that reflection himself, if he had been in therapy after the war, if somebody else had said that to him. How it had felt to turn twenty, a year after the death of Voldemort, when he realized he’d survived. Malfoy hadn’t shared, and Harry didn’t know which questions were appropriate to ask. None, probably.