Harry hummed an answer, knowing that was true. It didn’t feel like it would ever be sufficient to undo the growing feeling of being cooped up, though, at least not in the long run. He closed his eyes and pretended this was enough, anyway, appreciative of the gesture Draco’s statement carried.<br/>“Do you ever spend time in the gazebo?” he asked, the question not as incoherent as Harry made it out to be.<br/>All opened up, the sun room felt like a twin space to a garden gazebo, the breeze fresh with the smell of grass and flowers.<br/>Draco had at no point during Harry’s stay expressed to having had that habit, but ever since the notion of an outdoor porch had been revealed to Harry, he had grown uncertain whether or not Draco had put himself on house arrest as an act of solidarity.<br/>Lazily, Harry turned his head, unsurprised to find Draco looking at him when he opened his eyes.