The sight of Draco in his doorway made Harry’s shoulders settle, only then realising just how on edge the interruption had left him, and how unprepared he felt at the prospect of having to face any other coworker.
“Hey,” Harry exhaled as he eased into his chair, a little incoherent from the conversation Draco had strung up. “No, you’re alright.”
Alright was an understatement; although he felt like he had already exhausted every possible emotion over the course of the weekend, Harry was happy to see Draco here. Harry tried not to overthink it, tried to really focus on the fact that Draco was just checking in, but the lines of their relationship had become so muddled that it was hard not to.

Draco couldn’t help but smile at that, somehow relieved that Harry actually wanted him there, even if part of him knew that they were probably always going to be drawn to each other like that.
“How are you holding up?” He asked as he walked further into the room, still finding that whatever was between them was so uncertain that he really didn’t dare to commit to anything; fearing that he would overstep the invisible line that they were both toeing.

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Throughout the day, Harry had lost all sense of self, lacking any grasp of how he was supposed to navigate this situation, and it made Draco’s smile feel like a victory, gratifying and relieving to see.
Harry’s posture eased another bit more as he instinctively swivelled his chair away from his desk, half a thought to get up and meet Draco halfway. He refrained.
“Hiding away in here,” he said with a tired smile, sheepishly encouraged by Draco’s. “I’m okay, I suppose. All things considered.”