Though every fiber of his being screamed for the opportunity to hide away, Harry allowed himself to give into the vulnerability of the moment - of the realization - unable to deny Draco anything he asked of him. When he tipped his head back up to look at Draco, Harry’s eyes were glassy with tears that had yet to fall. The genuine worry he saw in Draco’s expression made Harry choke out a chuckle, feeling simultaneously out of it and<span style="font-style: italic">found</span>.<br/>“I’m just happy you’re here,” he croaked with a stupid, self-concious little smile, freeing a hand from beneath himself to rub it across his eyes.<br/>Those few words didn’t come close to covering even a fraction of the feelings filling Harry’s chest, and yet they did, summarized in its purest form; an eternal gratitude of the kinship Draco was able to provide by simply existing to Harry.