Harry had thought about most of these things during the war, but it felt weird hearing it being put into words. He bit his bottom lip, not entirely sure what to answer. "I don't -" he started, but the sentence never ended when he didn't find the words. It was a weirdly intense conversation to have with Draco Malfoy in a Muggle café, and Harry had to look away in an attempt to gather his thoughts. He could feel his heartbeat against his forearm, and he wondered how long it had been beating so fast.<br/>"I'm not sure what to say, Draco," he eventually answered, slightly defeated, as he once again eyed the other. Distracted by his own heartbeat he uncrossed his arms, and instead rested his forearms against the chill table. "I didn't do it alone."