“thankyou.”harry’seyesareear,searhingdrao’sfaeforsomething.“iwantedyoutoknowhowmuhimeanthat.”

“it’snoproblem.”draoistryingtobenonhant.hedoesnotknowwhy.maybeit’sadefensemehanism.“youmeanalottome.”

stupid.

it’sastupidthingtosay,butharry’svoiegetsevensofter,ifthatwaspossible.“youmeanalottome,too.”

“iwouldhopeso.”behthetable,draodigshisnailsintohisthigh,triestopushthroughtheahethathadsuddenlysprungintohishest.“idon’tlimbintobathtubswithjustanyman,youknow.”

itwas,admittedly,averyunsubtlewayoffeelingoutwheretheystandfromstnight,butitworks.thetension(andthelookinharry’seyes,whateveritmeant)disappears,andsuddenlyharryisughingharderthandraohadeverheardhim,anddraoan’thelpit,hestartsughing,too.“thatwassobloodyweird.”harryagrees,finally,andthemomentshouldbeoverbutheisstillstaringatdraowiththatfondexpressionandhestillhashishandondrao’sarm.“drunkpeople,huh?”

draosmiles,relieved,andthenpullshishandaway,tryinghardtohaseoffthefeelingthathewasmissingsomething.“drunkpeople.”

harry

he’sgoneforallofthreeminutes.

it’sallharry’sfault,really.helefthissarfatthetable,andwhendraotoldhimtogobakandgetit,thathe’dbefinewaitingoutsideinthealley,hebelievedhim.andthenwhenheamebakout,draowasgone,buttherewastheunmistakablesoundofafightomingfromaroundtheorner.

there’sthreeofthem,andthenthere’sdrao.it’snotevenafight,really,justabeatdown,withtwooftheboysholdinghiminpeandtheotherjustwailingonhim,sendingpunhafterpunh.there’sbloodstreamingfromdrao’snose,andautabovehiseyes,andmoredribblingfromlip.hisoatisgoneandshirtsleeveisripped,andwhentheyfinallygivehimabreak,draoo

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