"No. And just think where the world would be if you did." Potter and breaking rules went hand in hand. It made sense that they just let him take the law into his own hands. He'd been doing it his entire life.
"Sane is relative. I am very fucked up. I'm also not crazy, even if I'd like to be. I'm pretty sure I tried to be crazy for a long time. I'd probably still be trying if I hadn't been brought here." He stared off into the distance, thinking. "Things changed after father went to Azkaban. I couldn't hate you. Or blame you. Not anymore. As much as I wanted to. I knew none of it was your fault."
Draxo mimicked his arm movement, letting their fingers brush.
"You don't have to slow done all the time. I don't expect miracles."
He thought for a moment, then gestured between them.
"This is good. For a start. Just spending time with you is good. Long term, I wouldn't mind spending time with you and shagging you as well. Give you something to occupy yourself with." He grinned wickedly. "After that? I never really let myself think that far ahead. I don't want to share you, if that's what you're getting at. I'm a possessive asshole at heart. But I'm not picking out curtains yet or anything. I said I could wait. So I can wait. We don't have to set any goals or expectations"