The corner of Harry’s mouth quirked, a sheepish acknowledgement of being caught in a truth. Spending his days alone at the Manor was quickly growing old, the space really quite oppressive to be in, but it was impossible to acknowledge that without also facing the fact that Harry hadn’t even considered leaving, staying here for just this. Whether it was five o’clock or well past midnight that Draco came home, it outweighed any boredom Harry had had to endure, all within a heartbeat.<br/>Harry would spend his life at the Manor, if Draco would just keep coming home to him.<br/>“Terribly,” he concurred with a tease, after all finding it easier to lean into the vulnerability than to attempt to downplay it.<br/>Tightening his grip around Draco, Harry ran his hand as far down Draco’s spine as his shirt would allow him to. “Good thing you’re back.”