"Yes, but you normally work late, so I expected..." She trails off and presses a hand to her abdomen, picking at one of the small pearl buttons. Draco hadn’t gotten to those earlier, and he now thinks how he’d like to remedy that immediately and at length, but not yet, not when they stand across the room from one another with a chasm of silence between them, and he hardly knows where to begin. He wants to take off her clothes again and explain his six-month plan to get her to agree to dinner with him and offer her wine, but she already has wine, just as he’d instructed, and Euan Abercrombie has so thoroughly fucked up his six-month plan that there’s no use in keeping it, and he still wants to take off her clothes, but his hands are too close to shaking to do it well, and Draco hates doing anything so important less than