For a moment, Harry seemed distressed by the fact that Draco was leaving, as if he hadn't just given him a reason to. "Draco, please don't go," Harry breathed, sounding more as a plead than intended. He wasn't sure what to do if Draco walked out on him again. Harry moved in order to eye Draco as he walked away, but while Draco had left for the door, Harry had helplessly lingered at the kitchen. He wanted to cross the distance, but he knew he had fucked up and had to deal with the mess he had made.<br/>"I really do want to do this," he continued, trying to air some of the considerations that lied behind Harry's rejections; "Believe me, there's nothing I want more." The addition came as an exhale, as if Harry was breathless by his honesty.<br/>"I just-" he tried to continue, but he hadn't counted on getting this far, and he didn't know what to say. "I can't do it for real, I can't have you meet Teddy yet or-"