Harry's smile widened another bit at that, readily leaning back to accommodate Draco's proximity. Harry's shoulders hit the dock with a soft<span style="font-style: italic">huff</span>before angling his arm, allowing for Draco to slot up next to him. Once the other had settled himself, Harry relaxed his arm, allowing it to drape across Draco's shoulder and onto his back.<br/>There, Harry exhaled. His eyes inattentively closed, and for a moment, with his lungs emptied of air, his lips parted. Despite all expectations, Harry felt his heart rate calm, finding the embrace far more reassuring than tantalizing. Though brief, their conversation had been filled with unsaid promises, and maybe precisely because they had been promised, Harry felt at ease.<br/>Finally inhaling, Harry's palm brushed across Draco's shoulder blade in time with the breath.<br/>"Can you hear it?" Harry broke the silence, no seeming context to his words. Though his eyes remained closed, Harry grinned. "The pacemaker."<br/>As if to confirm the question, Harry once again took a slow breath, holding it to quiet himself. The whirring sound was rarely audible to Harry himself, only ever hearing  a whisper of it in a dead silent room on the brink of sleep. When he exhaled, he did so in a chuckle. "The<span style="font-style: italic">alien</span>."