Draco’s response made Harry’s heart flip with relief, a small reassurance that everything wouldn’t be horribly different in the morning. It would have made Harry smile, had he not been weighed down by something entirely different.<br/>“I don’t want you to think this is something you owe me,” he said, and though his voice remained easy with exhaustion, it finally spoke of the dread Harry was feeling.<br/>Having tried to make sense of Draco complete withdrawal, the possibility that Harry had overstepped - that he might have coerced Draco into something he wasn’t comfortable doing - had existed in the back of Harry’s mind as a nagging worry. When Draco kissed him today, Harry had thought that feeling of regret would disappear. It hadn’t, only twisting itself into something worse.<br/>“For being there earlier today,” Harry clarified. Though it only amplified his growing nausea, his eyes remained on Draco, needing to see the changes in his expression as Harry spoke. “You don’t owe me anything for that.”