Theo ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, squeezed his shoulder, gave Draco hugs, long ones. No one touched Draco other than kids jostling him in the halls at school, so Theo’s touches were fondly remembered and impatiently desired. If Draco hadn’t been afraid of rejection or driving Theo away, he would have always been hugging or touching Theo, too. On weekends when Theo was busy, Draco would go the whole day with no one touching him and sometimes, if he was lucky, no one speaking to him either.