A shudder went through Harry the moment Draco's hand left his neck, the flushed skin suddenly exposed to the chilly evening air. It immediately made him miss Draco's proximity; he could, however, not get himself to regret pulling away, needing to pace himself if he was to survive this.<br/>"Yeah," he choked, no air left in his lungs.<br/>When Draco didn't let go of Harry's hand, Harry didn't dare to do either. It felt like it added a juvenile air to the interaction as Harry stepped forward towards the line of parked cabs. More than juvenile, Harry realized, to any third party observer the touch might have appeared urgent. Harry felt his cheeks heat at the implications of Draco coming back with him, both true and feigned.<br/>Clearly noticing Harry's glance, trying to judge which cab was available, the hotel vallet waved them on to the second car of the row. In the one ahead of them, a couple who had also attended the event was also getting in.<br/>Harry smiled as he man offered them a parting nod, awkwardly aware of the state of his hair and the blush across his cheeks.<br/>Not wanting to linger on it, it was Harry who this time around opened the door for Draco, finally finding it appropriate to let go of Draco's hand.