[ he likes the touch; he's not about to complain. ] Lunch.

[ and thus: they settle in. It's a good time. An easy time, for Draco. Of late, he's quite good at coping, at settling into seemingly impossible situations, like having people back and gone and back again.

[ but still, he's not entirely prepared for Blaine to admit that he did indeed read back through everything. He swallows, then accepts that hand and squeezes gently. ]

I didn't want to tell you when you'd only just come back. 'Hi, I got married, but he disappeared already.' Sort of...a horrid welcome back, isn't it?

I'm fine, though. It's been a while. I'm...used to it.