_______________________________________<br/><br/>It was as if reality only crept up on him when Harry signed his last form. As he watched the dark blue ink dry lighter on the pergament sheet in front of him, the sounds around him reappeared, and he realised that Draco was no longer seated in front of him, but - judging by the sounds - was somewhere behind him in the kitchen. Immediately Harry was filled with a realisation of how rude he had been during dinner well aware that he had kept on working, and when he turned his torso to look at Draco, as if it was the first time he saw him tonight.<br/>"I'm sorry, I don't think I realised how distant I would be." Harry had partially known, though - he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>partially invited Draco over to putter around him while he got some work done, and that might not have been the best point of origin for a chatty evening.<br/>Harry spend a few moments looking at Draco, before finally standing up, crossing the distance to the peninsula on the opposite side of Draco. Harry lent a bit forward, resting his forearms against the tabletop. "It was very nice of you to come in the first place."