Harry heard the reservation in Draco's voice, making his smile waver. It never disappeared fully, but the overwhelming feeling of relief finally dissipated enough for him to gain a sense of perspective.<br/>Harry could tell Draco felt like he had to bear the blame on the behalf of his father, outing him to not only past employers but family. Harry understood that to be hard for Draco to process, but it at no point outweighed the sense of relief Harry felt, finally having that out in the open.<br/>Not knowing how else to dissolve the pressure evidently building in Draco's chest, Harry dropped his phone onto the table. Instead, his hand brushed against Draco's forearm, before eventually intertwining his fingers with Draco's.<br/>Harry's gaze had followed the motion, only now glancing back up at Draco's profile. A smile once again tugged at the corner of his lips, before, with less intimacy, bumping his shoulder against Draco's.<br/>"I'm glad it's with you," Harry offered, and despite the chuckle in his voice there was a true sense of honesty about him. His eyes once again flickered between Draco's features, before returning to his eyes. "Today's been great."