Harry<span style="font-style: italic">saw</span>Draco relax when the elevator doors shut behind them, his shoulders resettling and relaxing ever so slightly. For the first time since they'd met, they were completely alone, and yet Harry was convinced he had yet to experience Draco truly at ease; the elevator ride was only relaxing by comparison to everything that proceded it.<br/>Everything about the grand context of their interactions could justifiably leave a neck in knots; Harry surely felt it. His entire body ached with the physical and mental strain it had taken him to get through the night, and he couldn't help but regret that he wouldn't be able to shut a door and be completely alone.<br/>Realizing Draco must mirror the sentiment, Harry wanted to speak to it, but he didn't know what tone would be appropriate - reassuring or apologetic. Instead, the intention remained just that, making him glance over at Draco twice without speaking.<br/>Just as well, Harry tought, as they reached the floor and the doors opened. He would have felt sick to his stomach having to<span style="font-style: italic">apologize</span>to Draco for having to spend a night with him against his will.<br/>Instead, Harry offered a more practical, "It's down to the right," as he stepped out of the lift, urging for Draco to go ahead.