"So...."
                              
Harry sighed. "Nothing happened. We just talked. Both of us."
                              
"He was talking to you? That's great, Harry."
                              
"Yeah... he wanted to calm me down," Harry said, not meeting Joel's eyes.
                              
"Harry... there's nothing wrong with wanting companionship, and you did nothing wrong."
                              
"Not sure if the hospital and medical board will look at it the same. I have to be careful."
                              
"Harry... there are rarely healers on this floor, much less this hallway. It's just the observation wing and labs here."
                              
"People talk."
                              
"Maybe... just... don't stay over, again, then. No one saw or said anything. He's not on observation. It's just Nat and me watching you two."
                              
Harry nodded, and Joel came over and knelt next to him.
                              
"Do you want to talk about it more? It'll be between us. Healer-trainee confidentiality?" he offered.
                              
Harry smiled weakly and didn't look up at him when he shook his head.
                              
"Harry... you... seem... what happened?" Joel said, softly. He was worried.
                              
"I... we... he asked... me what... about... it..." Harry whispered and didn't really think he would follow along.
                              
"And you felt better?"
                              
Harry nodded. "He... was so nice."
                              
"Yeah... Draco seems like a charmer."
                              
Harry finally met his eyes. "I wasn't trying to...."
                              
"Harry... Harry... calm down. I wasn't implying anything untoward. You need to talk to someone. If Draco is willing to listen, then that is very good... for both of you. Don't feel like you're going over any lines with talking."
                              
"I... he said... I... slept in his bed... next to him," Harry confessed.
                              
Joel smirked. "Well, then...."
                              
Harry buried his face in his hands and said, "I'm a horrible person."
                              
Joel laughed weakly. "No, you're not. You didn't hurt anyone."
                              
"He's a vulnerable patient, who can't move or defend himself!"
                              
"Harry... you didn't do anything wrong. You sought out human comfort to help ease your pain. It's a natural, biological need, and he was just comforting you. You were not exploiting him for your benefit. In fact, you were helping each other heal. He needs emotional support, too, and he connected to you... to share your pain. There was nothing sexual about it."
                              
Harry looked up at him and bit his lip. "I... just... needed..." he broke off, unwilling to say it. "...to be held."
                              
Joel's shoulders dropped, but he smiled. "Oh, Harry. It's understandable. Do you want... a hug?" Joel asked, and Harry gave him a look. "I was offering. If you want support, I'm here, too, for you."
                              
Harry nodded and smiled at him. "Thank you, Joel. We can save it for when I have another panic attack."
                              
Joel grimaced and stood back up. "Okay. Want me to ask Natalie to bring you some tea?"
                              
"No! No more. I have enough anxiety... I don't need to think about her getting in trouble for it, or me getting caught with it in my system. Fucking Terence and the head both spoke to me yesterday while I was under it."
                              
"Okay... I just don't want you to keep suffering, Harry."
                              
Harry nodded and leaned back in his chair. "That doesn't seem like a possibility, Joel."