Despite his care, Draco seemed to recoil from the subject, as if Harry’s words had been a blanket dismissal of his attention. It was hard to read, feeling strange about the fact that Draco seemed to believe having slept together made Harry any more of a stranger, when Harry would have thought it to be the opposite.<br/>Harry didn’t comment on it, not really his business.<br/>“I already had a dose this morning,” he instead elaborated, wanting to capitalize on the fact that, for the first time in hours, they weren’t engulfed in suffocating silence. He was picking off the vax seal of the bottle, the fragments dissolving out of existence within a few seconds. It wasn’t really attentive work, but Harry thought he should pace himself and his eyes remained on the bottle rather than on Draco.<br/>He undid the cork stopper.<br/>“I think this should get me through the workday, and by then I expect to feel better.”<br/>Harry’s gaze only barely found Draco, looking away as he tipped the potion back in a few swigs. The shimmer of quick-working potions scratched at his throat, and Harry washed it down with a drink of water.<br/>“Thank you, though,” he added, the consideration in Draco’s offer not escaping him, placing the glass of water back onto the table. There was an easy smile on his lips, as he finally allowed himself to look at Draco. “I’ll check in.”