Harry hummed in vague agreement. When Draco sat up, Harry was felt feeling chilly, immediately missing the other's proximity. It, however, didn't mean Harry himself made any move to get up.<br/>Instead, he only shifted far enough to reach the remote control of the television, laying on the coffee table. Once in his hand, he turned the tv off.<br/>"We've outgrown this flat," he elaborated. His voice was blank, almost matter-of-factly and without any real infliction. While Harry himself offered no immediate solution, it was, after all, the truth. Harry and Teddy had lived in this apartment for years, but as Teddy grew older, Harry had more realocated office hours, and, most importantly, Draco was spending an increasing amount of time there with them, the small two-bed was no longer comfortable.<br/>"Or at least this couch," Harry added, a final addition to his own train of thought. As if wanting to confirm that statement, Harry attempted to settle himself once again, no longer having Draco to share the seat with.<br/>Running both hands through his hair, they settled at the nape of his neck. The living room had grown considerably darker having turned the screen off, and, reluctantly, Harry had to agree that he could do with calling it a night.<br/>"I'm gonna mix up a dough." Harry's voice had softened, already tired at the prospect. He had to fight the urge to stretch a leg across Draco's lap; as if a compromise, Harry ended up only resting his shin against Draco's thigh. "For breakfast."