Harry couldn’t contain a huffed little laugh, unsurprised that Draco came to that conclusion. It was almost like clockwork, how every case seemed to knock Harry flat on his arse whenever it came to a cusp, more fragile under pressure than he was in his youth.<br/>“I<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>like I needed it,” he agreed, turning his head far enough that he could rest his chin against Draco’s chest, finally able to properly meet his eye. The sight made Harry’s stomach flip, finding it incredibly rare.<br/>Though they had spent most of the past day together, tangled up like this, it hadn’t offered many opportunities for Harry to properly look at Draco. Besides the day they had spent in bed when Draco turned 30, Harry hadn’t seen Draco take a true day off in the time he had known him. He felt a little cheated, having slept through most of it.<br/>Chasing an impulse he couldn’t quite place, he placed a chaste little kiss on Draco’s chest before once again settling on his cheek.<br/>“I usually try to plan around it,” he mused. “I don’t handle pressure all that well.”