Just how strongly Potter seemed to feel about the scarring being unrelated to the recent incidents made Draco doubt his own judgement in the matter. It didn’t help that Potter was pressing Draco’s hand to his chest, making him the first person that Draco had touched in Merlin knew how long. It made his head spin, even as he tried to focus on how the scarring felt different from ordinary scarring, disappointed to find that there wasn’t much of a difference.<br/>Once Potter let go of his hand, Draco found that it lingered on his chest for a moment longer, fascinated by how the scar seemed to divot with the shape that probably had been the horcrux Potter had been wearing. Eventually, Draco knew that he had to let his hand fall away, finding the touch far too intimate and far too overwhelming.<br/>It was truly fascinating magic, something that Draco had always wanted to study, but, for good reason, had never been able to dive deeply into. Part of him wanted to ask Potter a million questions about the process and about the scar, but he also knew that they had something far more important to dive into.<br/>“I have some diagnostics we can run,” he stated, voice soft with the intimacy of their situation. He took a step backwards, taking another good look at the scar, unable to shake the feeling of unease he got from looking at the way the scarring seemed to lean left, but he also figured that Potter wouldn’t be interested in hearing what he had to say about it.<br/>“You can get dressed. I’ll put on the kettle,” he said, as he left Potter in the foyer, needing a moment to gather himself and get into the role of researcher.