"Not at all," he assured, even though he once again disappearing out of frame. His voice was interrupted by the clatter and<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>of his coat being tossed over the back of a kitchen chair, before once again coming within audible space of the microphone. "Just got home, is all."<br/>Propping his forearms onto the countertop, Harry finally straightened the phone up against the toaster. As soon as Draco's image fully came into view, his smile widened, unabashedly.<br/>Over the course of the last month of<span style="font-style: italic">dating</span>, they had fallen into a tentative routine, Harry more often than not spending his weekends in London with Draco, either attending an event or having too-public lunches with the Malfoy's. In theory it had made it easier, allowing for Harry to switch between mindsets with greater ease; however, it was unavoidable for the lines to blur, still finding himself reaching out for Draco on his days off from the act, and thrilled whenever Draco did the same.<br/>"What's up?"