Summary:

Draco fought to keep his expression neutral, though it was difficult under Harry’s intense gaze.

“Don’t do that,” Harry said, his voice low.

“Do what?” Draco asked again.

“Modify your reactions around me. Or coddle me, or whatever, because you think I’m being emotional or I can’t handle it or you’re worried about upsetting me. Everybody does it, and I hate it.” Harry exhaled harshly. “I can’t handle it from you, too.”

Draco sighed, twisting the ring around his finger. “You are my client, remaining neutral and unbiased is my job, Harry. So is making sure you’re in the proper state to handle-”

“Oh, screw you,” Harry interrupted.

OR

Harry comes home after a long absence and Draco is still learning of old ghosts. What follows is a slow, rediscovery of what it means to belong.. both to the world, and to someone else. Or.. Harry and Draco are doing their best.