This particular conversation had been easier to have in the dark, out of view and without a sense of scrutiny. Draco’s breathing, heartbeat, heat was so close and still he was reduced to a touch and a voice out of Harry’s line of sight, making it so easy to share. That particular reply, however, had Harry itching to look at him.<br/>It made Harry open his eyes and lazily move to straighten himself out. Drawing one hand onto Draco’s chest, Harry turned his head far enough that his cheek rested against his knuckles, looking at Draco awash with moonlight.<br/>Overcome with emotions, the love he felt for Draco spilled out of Harry with a soft chuckle. Moving his hand aside, Harry kissed Draco’s skin where his hand had covered it, a smile pulling at his lips.<br/>“Ta for having me,” he teased against Draco’s skin, because he didn’t know how else to say it.<br/>His hand instead becoming purposeful on the mattress beside Draco, Harry pushed himself upright enough that he could place the next kiss to Draco’s lips, this conveying his gratitude far more earnestly than his words.