Harry swallowed, and felt for the first time, that now might be the right time to say the thing he had only said once, eighteen months ago, to his wife in another life, but had been dancing around for months now. Staring in Draco’s grey eyes, he felt seen, and understood, and safe, and he knew that in this moment, he could tell Draco anything and he would listen and accept him. And so, Harry opened his mouth to speak: