Draco eyed him and then nodded. Harry so wanted to connect to Draco right then, but he didn't have leave to touch him.
                              
"So, you think that you could give me your hand? I could massage out that residual pain?"
                              
Draco tightened up, though his hand ticked forward toward him a few times. After a few minutes, Harry went to his other foot and healed that. He had just finished when Joel knocked.
                              
"I brought you a sandwich, sir," he said, and Harry looked at him, surprised. "You didn't go to the cafeteria... you came straight here."
                              
"Thank you, Joel. I was... preoccupied. I want you or I to administer potions until you're transferred, okay?"
                              
"Yes, sir."
                              
"It's Harry. You'll have to get the potions from Natalie. You don't have potions room access yet, right?"
                              
"No, sir."
                              
"Okay... we got a few minutes. Do you know the cleaning spells?"
                              
"Yes... it's mostly Vanishing and Scourgify."
                              
"Scourgify is a little... invasive, more for objects than people, okay? Lavaro is better and gentler. You mind, Draco?"
                              
He was still staring at the wall, but shook his head infinitesimally. Harry did the charm on his arm, and there wasn't much on it, but there was a gleam of fresh skin.
                              
"See? You just use your wand and...."
                              
"Um... sir?" Joel said.
                              
"Yeah?"
                              
"He doesn't like it when I...."
                              
"When you what?"
                              
"When I used my wand on him."
                              
Harry stared at him and then down at Draco, who was shaking. Harry hadn't even noticed or thought about that. His wand was somewhere at his house as he hadn't needed it in years. If he was an Auror and had to be ready to duel to the death in an instant, he would carry it.
                              
"I'm sorry, I didn't think about that," he said, more to Draco.
                              
Joel stared at the floor like he had done something wrong.
                              
"That was a good observation, Joel. How have you been administering his nutrient potion?"
                              
"I just do it from the side he's not looking at. He still doesn't like it, but I don't draw it out."
                              
"Very good. Perhaps I'll handle the nutrient potions and the cleaning. I see Draco three times a day anyway. It shouldn't be a huge adjustment to his schedule. Does that sound okay, Draco?"
                              
Draco's eyes glanced at him, fleetingly, before going back to the wall. He didn't like communicating when there were other people in the room.
                              
"Alright... thank you, Joel, for the sandwich. Head over to room 5 and read the chart. I'll be there in 15."
                              
"Yes, sir!" he said and left.
                              
"I can't tell if he's eager, scared or just sees me as a war hero," Harry said, shaking his head. He had had people buy his meals before, or offer to, but Joel had noticed that he hadn't eaten and brought food to him. Not even showing off with a big meal or something expensive. It was just a pastrami on rye, one of the cheapest things on the menu. Joel didn't seem financially well-off as his clothes were very worn. The act impressed Harry a lot.
                              
"I might just be starting to like him," he said, and Draco gave him a look. "So... I apologize that I hadn't noticed the wand thing. I want you to be as comfortable as possible."