Harry let out a deep exhale, the tension still residing deep in his core making it come out shaky. When he had no more air in his lungs to breathe out, Harry muttered a low, "I'm sorry."<br/>He was. Harry felt awful for whatever he had put Draco through, and even more for not remembering what he said or did. The war still had such a tight hold of him and Harry had just gotten used to that; he had, however, not expected ever being with anybody who would be able to put his terrors into their correct context.<br/>Not knowing how to express any of that, Harry again rested the palm of his hand against Draco's back. Though hurting, Harry's voice was relaxed and distant as if in a dream. "I should have said something."