Finally hearing Draco speak after several days of working in silence demanded enough of Harry’s attention that his hand stilled, trying to make sense of it as Draco unloaded part of his burden.<br/>It was almost nonsensical, fractured thoughts Harry had little context for, but he so desperately sympathised with the frustration he heard in Draco’s voice.<br/>Though Harry wanted nothing more than to offer the affection that had disappeared from their interactions this passing week, Draco was completely out of Harry’s reach, and would remain so unless Harry got up and went to him. It made for an almost juvenile shyness, that distinction of intent making Harry’s every move feel loaded with something that was quite certainly not professionalism.<br/>After a moment, Harry moved his seat to stand, disinterested in pretending they were in a public office.<br/>“Why don’t you tell me some of them, and I can braid your hair back,” he urged softly, his voice almost practical. “Get it out of your face while you work.”