Harry was quick to welcome Draco’s presence, happy to unfurl himself from underneath the blanket. Sinking further into the armrest, Harry stretched his legs across Draco’s thighs, his proximity a more efficient source of warmth than anything else Coote had been able to offer.<br/>“The mood back at mine is sure to be much less sympathetic,” Harry mused, a grin reluctantly upturning the corners of his mouth.<br/>Both Kreacher and the house itself was a far more hostile environment to lay ill in, and frankly, Harry didn’t even consider he could spend his days in a third place, not even when Draco stressed that he was free to leave. All in all, his complaint had been less aimed towards the Manor, as it was spending his days apart from Draco, a fact that would remain unchanged until Harry was allowed back to work.<br/>“How<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>work?” he asked, his smile widening, helplessly. The question was an inch short of being rhetorical, able to feel the good mood radiating from Draco even at this distance, and Harry wanted nothing more than to prompt it to surface further.