Harry couldn't help but grin at that, finding some reassurance in the slight joke in Draco's phrasing. It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that Draco, in a matter of minutes, would go back to being text on a screen. The day had gone by so effortlessly, and Harry had too readily become used to having Draco within reach.<br/>"Likewise," he admitted, almost tenderly. In reality, Harry was overwhelmed by it all.<br/>Seeking to increase the area of contact, properly reaffirming to himself that not only was Draco here, but he'd eventually be back here too, Harry's hand left Draco's hand in favour for his waist.<br/>The touch was gentle, somewhat compromised by the fabric Draco's coat; it was, however, a ghosting of an embrace. Harry had no sense of time, all he knew was the fact that their time together was running out. So, his hand didn't settle, slipping off of Draco's hipbone before breaking contact completely.<br/>Despite the vague melancholy of the touch, Harry's smile had remained, still so eternally happy to even having spent the day with Draco in the first place. "It's been great seeing you."