"Yeah... he is... he doesn't... he has never..." Harry whispered.
"Hey, you know Draco. He knows that you are touch-sensitive," Joel pointed out.
Harry grimaced. "But... I can touch him, but he can't touch me. It's-It's not fair to him."
"When it comes to boundaries, some are a bit unfair, Harry. It's not a contest of endurance."
"I... I like it when he does, though. I don't get upset. I j-just want... to know what is next."
"You could ask him... asking him is much better than asking me," Joel said, wryly.
Harry shook his head. "He always deflects. He always says I have to decide."
Joel nodded. "You could decide... ask him to do something to you, if you think you can handle it."
"I-I don't know... what... what I can handle. I don't know what he wants."
Joel debated his words. "He wants connection, Harry. He wants soft touches and light words. He wants to know that you are there. He's been alone for so long. He craves physical contact, and I don't mean sexual."
"And I hate it?" Harry murmured more like a question.
Joel shook his head. "You hate unwanted, non-consensual contact. Harry... you love touching Draco. You're scared about it going too far, but... you won't. He won't. Just try... one step at a time. Ask Draco... talk about it."
"It's hard."
"Recovery is hard."
Harry nodded and left the room, a bit adrift. At lunch, Draco could tell that he was out of it and tried to comfort him. He was worried, but Harry just couldn't talk to him or answer him. He was wound so tight that he returned to work early and went to Joel's office to discuss it more. He walked in and stopped when he realized that Joel and Harper were kissing. They jumped apart when Harry came in. 
"Umm... sorry... I... umm... talk to you later," Harry stammered.
"Harry, wait!" Joel called him back, and Harry stopped at the door. "Hey, it's okay. I'm sorry that I... we... didn't tell you. It... kinda snuck up on me." Joel laughed a bit.
Harry turned and eyed Harper, who looked more embarrassed. Probably because Harry was his boss. "You said that you weren't...."
"Well... I guess I'm bi, then. Harper kissed me one day, and I found I liked it. We had a lot of time to bond and share each other's horror stories," Joel said, while Harper stared at the wall, avoiding eye contact.
Harry nodded. "Sorry, I should have knocked. I-I just... I couldn't figure out how to... bring it up... to Draco."
Joel gave Harper a look. "Well, Harper can delay your appointments if you want to practice some discussions... like we did for your reunion party."
"I-umm-yeah... that would be nice, and sorry, again, Harper for... umm... intruding," Harry mumbled.
"It's okay... s-umm-Harry," he rambled and ran out.
"He'll be alright. You're still his boss. I'll calm him down later," Joel said, and they talked for a long time.
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Draco was trying and failing at cooking. He thought spaghetti would be simple enough, but the sauce tasted like canned tomatoes. The bottom also burned, so charred bits were floating around. He put the noodles in a different pot, and he was waiting for them to "boil". Potions didn't really allow boiling. Draco assumed it meant lots of bubbling. He sighed. He didn't try to make rolls, not that he had any indication of how they were made. He almost broke down and asked his house elf, but he heard Harry arrive.