Harry’s face fell at that. He wanted to believe that he had seen the conflict in Draco’s mannerism the moment he entered the room, but he hadn’t, too caught up in this being as easy as every night that preceded it. It suddenly wasn’t, and Harry felt blind sided, tension creeping up his spine with unease.<br/>Although struck with the urge to stand, Harry never did, instead awkwardly shuffling his seat, straightening his back and once again casting a glance towards Draco’s work. This time, the glance was anything but aimless. Harry caught himself hoping Draco had made a new finding, and that the talk Draco wanted to have with him was about his own mortality. It likely wouldn’t be.<br/>“Alright,” he floundered with little infliction as his eyes returned onto Draco, because what else could one reply to that other than to let it happen?