A smile pulled at the corners of Harry’s mouth. Draco was being a good sport about it, even though he really didn’t owe that to anybody. The fact that he had even agreed to stick around beyond getting the trackers removed was frankly admirable, and though Harry felt a pang in his heart at the prospect of their workspaces being this far removed, there really wasn’t any need for Draco to ever come back through the Ministry.<br/>“So others are doing alright with you here,” Harry agreed with a grin, finding that Draco hadn’t really answered the question - at least not in the way Harry had asked it.<br/>Harry hadn’t buttoned his coat back up, shrugging it off his shoulders, the need to wear proper uniform decreasing by the second. They hadn’t really ventured into the room, and Harry had to take a step past Draco to toss his jacket over the back of his visitor’s chair.<br/>“How are<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>doing?” he pressed, eyes back returning onto Draco, a juvenile insistence in his smile.