Harry lazily opened his eyes, needing to match an expression to Draco’s words. Draco held himself to impossible standards nobody had set for him; it certainly hadn’t been Harry who had asked that of him when asking him on the case.<br/>He took a slow breath, eyelids heavy as he blinked.<br/>Policing Draco’s habits were a lost cause, Harry already knew that. Still, it felt like they were toeing a potentially cusp that threatened to tip the balance completely.<br/>“It’s alright if you can’t,” he said almost casually, not really wanting to make a big deal of it. Rather than elaborating, Harry brushes his thumb across the jut of Draco’s hip bone, a small reassurance.