The cold air felt like a bucket of water, jolting Harry out of the tenderness of the moment. Draco's arm was still around his, and nothing had changed except for Harry's perception of the touch. Harry's wasn't that good of an actor, and it all started to feel like a dauntingly difficult line to stay on.<br/>The courtyard was barely populated besides themselves and a handful of smokers skirting the perimiter. Hesitantly and too-aware of the people around them, Harry pulled away from the embrace, gingerly unwrapping his arm from Draco's. Rationally, Harry knew real couples weren't attached by the hip, and yet it felt dauntingly much like putting the charade on pause.<br/>As it to compensate for the lack of physical contact, Harry stepped properly in front of Draco.<br/>"Yeah," he eventually responded, almost truthfully. With a delay, a crooked smile appeared onto his lips, as he raised his own glass. "Just overwhelmed, is all."<br/>When Harry took a sip of the soda, he was suddenly struck with a feeling of disappointment; it wasn't the first time throughout his sobriety that he had wished a drink was alcoholic, but never before had dutch courage felt so necessary.<br/>To say the evening was<span style="font-style: italic">overwhelming</span>was the understatement of a lifetime. Harry could barely comprehend that this was his life for the foreseeable future. Though the glass had left his lips, Harry took another sip, dreaming the ginger ale to be champagne.<br/>"What about you, love?" Harry countered, once again allowing the sweetness of a petname to compensate for the fact that Harry desperately needed a moment apart from Draco. A smile once again tugged at the corners of Harry's smile, the grin growing almost knowing. "It's your social circle."