"Come on," Draco looked slightly bewildered as Harry backed him towards his bed, "come on - sit down. I’m not having this conversation stood up like we’re both about to run away, okay?" eventually, Harry had them arranged more comfortably, sat crosslegged opposite one another in the middle of Draco’s bed, their knees brushing against each other's. Draco was so pale he had gone grey, "Now - try again. Why are you sorry? Because if you think it’s because I’m upset with you, I can tell you now that I’m not. Or if it’s because you think it was something I didn’t want, then you’re wrong on that front too,"