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    Harry was baking when Draco got home.

    An apple pie, if Draco had to guess, judging by the smell wafting through the house. He took a slow breath before squaring his shoulders and heading toward the kitchen where his boyfriend was baking. It didn't seem like something that should set Draco's fight or flight responses off but it very much was.

    Harry only baked pies when he was upset. And it wasn't that he was afraid of Harry; he wasn't, it was just that he hated how hard that amount of stress was, hated that they couldn't just have a proper fight anymore. Hated that he felt like it was all his fault.

    "Hey," he said lightly, settling himself at the island and watching Harry as he tidied.

    "Hey," Harry replied, voice equally light, but there was an undercurrent of something else there, something that Draco could feel buzzing in his veins.

    He paused, parsing out the words. Maybe if he could just assure him-

    "Don't," Harry said, voice sounding stretched tight, like something was ready to shatter inside of him.

    "Harry-" he started.

    A vase on the shelf wobbled dangerously for a moment before Harry exhaled and unclenched his fists, "Seriously, Draco," he said. "I need some time."

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