____<br/><br/>Harry’s heartbeat had barely settled before anxiety got a hold of it, raising his pulse all over again. As he laid on his back in Draco’s bed, dread crept up his spine, making his throat close up to the point it was hard to breathe. It wasn’t regret - Harry knew he could never regret any of this - but Merlin, did he feel awful.<br/>For how impossibly close they had just been, they weren’t touching any longer. It wasn’t intentional and yet it was, because Draco had called this off, and Harry shouldn’t even have asked for this, to be here regardless.<br/>Wanting to claw at the part of his brain that went haywire whenever Draco reached for him, Harry rubbed his fingers against his eyes to the point of seeing stars, a shaky exhale escaping him.