Despite what familiarity Malfoy seemed to want to ignore or withdraw, Harry had come to know him. Over the passing month Harry had grown familiar with the weight of Malfoy’s gaze, meaning Harry looked up just as Malfoy looked away. It made Harry’s heart jump, at a loss for direction.<br/>The glance - either intentionally brief or interrupted - eased some of the disappointment otherwise building in the back of Harry’s mind. Though the scene was all rather repetitive, Harry needed to remind himself that their circumstances were far from anything he had yet experienced.<br/>With the risk of being overly optimistic, Harry thought it might do good not to consider Draco’s withdrawal as permanent; not just yet, anyway. Last night Draco had explained that it had been a while since he had last slept with someone, and it only just then seemed to dawn on Harry that it might have been even longer since Draco had woken up with someone.<br/>Not interested in overthinking the minute details of their interaction, nor their relationship in the grand scheme of their existence, Harry exhaled a soft exhaustion, eyes returning onto his work.<br/>“Sounds good,” he said, just as he would have said any other day. If things were to change between them, either increasing or decreasing distance, that decision would have to be Draco’s.