Draco was just inching for freedom. To be out of the prison that was his uncooperating body, as he forced it to do Harry's exercises. When he couldn't get back up, again, and Harry brought him over to the bed for a massage. Draco loved Harry's hands on his body. He wondered, idly, how Harry would handle physical contact. Draco had had no choice but to get used to his constant physical contact. There was no reason for Draco to touch him beyond the few occasions that they had. 
Harry massaged everything until Draco was so relaxed that he fell asleep, again. When he woke up, Joel was at the table reading a file.
"Good afternoon, Draco. You've nearly missed lunch."
Draco looked around, a little off-guard. No one had ever come into his room without him noticing before. He was always a light sleeper.
"Are you okay?" Joel asked.
"I...I'm not sure."
Joel looked at him and nodded. "I'm sorry for just coming in."
Draco nodded. "I didn't wake up. It just... threw me a bit. When I sleep, I'm a lot more defenseless. I don't usually go that deep."
Joel nodded once, as if he understood. "Want to talk about that?"
Talk... the kid was good at getting him to talk. He, Draco, wasn't good at getting him to talk about Harry's progress, though. Of course, that would be a breach of confidentiality. Stupid Gryffinpuffs. Harry rubbed off on him too much. 
"I guess."
"We don't have to," he offered, as usual. Joel always offered a way out, before they trudged through a dark spot.
"Yeah... we do," Draco responded, tonelessly, like he always did. He was never sure if these talks would help, but knew that Harry knew about them. It was more important to convince Harry to try it. He slowly got out of bed and into his chair. His aches and pains were gone for now, but Harry was sure to change that after Joel left.
"Do you have nightmares?" Joel asked.
"Sure, but I don't normally let my body go deep enough not to notice someone coming in. I stop myself from entering my dream cycle."
"Are you sure that's wise? I understood that it was... crucial for mental recovery."
"I get... flashes. I probably have more dreams than I know, but I use Occlumency to shield them from my conscious mind. You know how dreams fade quickly after waking up? Well, I trained my mind to keep them out."
"Because they're too... traumatic?"
"What do you think?" Draco grunted.
"You're avoiding processing it."
"Perhaps," he muttered, which was all that Joel would get him to admit.
Joel nodded and was quiet for a bit. He seemed to be bracing himself to say something. "Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"I... you know I took my mind healer licensing exam, right?"
"Yeah?" Draco repeated.
"Well, my examiner... she wants to... umm... meet you."
Draco raised his eyebrow. "Really?"
"I-umm-mean... you as my trainer... not you as... you. She doesn't know your name. She said I was more proficient at mind healing than healers who had been in the field for ten years, if not twenty. I just told her that someone trained me on Legilimency and Occlumency. She asked to meet... well... you," Joel rambled.
"Why?"
"I think to learn... from you, but if you don't want to... meet her, that's fine."
"No... I will. Tell her who I am and anything else you deem appropriate. I don't need that unnecessary conversation. If she still wants to talk, then she can come."