Harry’s touch made Draco shiver, unable to wrap his head around how this was happening and how it was happening to him. There was no lack of kindness in Harry’s eyes, his smile, his caress, and it took Draco a moment too long to realise that yes, there was someone right there who wanted him, even as he was crying from something as simple as being treated with kindness.<br/>Part of Draco was still certain that he was inventing the entire scenario in his head, being too drunk and too tired to be able to differentiate.<br/>“Yeah,” Draco stated, voice hesitant despite how certain he felt about the entire thing. He definitely didn’t want Harry to stop touching him, even if he was feeling raw and vulnerable from the soft caresses that was bestowed upon him. It felt like far more than he could ever deserve, far more than what he thought that he was ever going to get again, and yet Harry was offering it to him so willingly, smiling at him as if he somehow was the winner in this.<br/>It made Draco’s head spin and made his knees weak.<br/>“It’s okay,” he confirmed, even managing a soft smile as the tears slowly dried out. It was simply too overwhelming for him to properly wrap his head around, but Draco wasn’t going to question the sudden lapse of judgement that Harry was showing.<br/>“Thank you, Harry,” he added, knowing that it wasn’t enough to indicate just how much it meant to Draco, but it was all he had to say.