Draco hasn't yet taken it. Snape wonders if he will, or if staying will be enough, not being alone. If he ends up needing it, taking it, he can't blame him for it. Snape has had his fair share of nightmares and sleepless nights. He's not one to judge Draco for needing relief.

Draco moves close enough to touch, and dares to, fingers skimming the fabric of his vest. The uncertainty in his expression touches something inside him and he doesn't resist the urge he has to pull Draco close. They'll talk about it, he's certain they will, probably even within the next few minutes as they're negotiating just what this means, what Draco wants tonight, but for right now it's obvious enough that they're crossing a line. He's invited Draco to stay the night, and there's unmistakable meaning in the offer and the acceptance.

Snape closes the distance between them and draws the young man up in an embrace, holding him close to his chest. He wants more than just this, wants decidedly unchaste things with him, but they have time.

He bends down ever so slightly, face against the side of that pale golden head, and he inhales the scent of him, warm and floral with a hint of more beneath the surface, smoke and spice. Snape exhales against his neck as he turns his head in towards his neck, hands smoothing up his back slowly, soothingly.