The way Harry’s smile went unwillingly lopsided ought to have been a sufficient enough answer. He trusted Draco a lot, probably far more than was professionally justified. It was, however, impossible to untangle that from the physical, intimate trust they had established, finding that the lines between the two nuances had long ago blurred.<br/>Not willing to acknowledge it, Harry ducked his head, turning to look at the open front door. Beyond it, the grass was bright green and the sky seemed more blue than was perceptible through the windows.<br/>“Can I, then?” he asked with a smile, eyes returning onto Draco, looking for his blessing to leave.