Draco’s answer should probably have offered Harry some relief, but it felt like little comfort. It didn’t ease any of the remorse Harry still felt, but then again, it wasn’t Draco’s responsibility to ease it.<br/>Of course, he wanted to talk about it, but not with Draco, not really. Draco didn’t look at him with resentment, and it was clear to Harry that he had worked out that hurt on his own, at least sufficiently enough for him to brush a sweet nothing onto Harry’s skin. Harry was in no position to unearth that trauma for his own gain, as if inflicting more hurt would help ease his own.<br/>Harry shook his head no, heart in his throat.<br/>Instead, Harry pushed himself off the mattress, balancing his weight on his elbow. His hand returned to the nape of Draco’s neck, offering a point of stability as he leaned forward to kiss Draco, grateful beyond what he could express in words.