Shay sighed softly before tucking the blanket around him, getting up himself dressing hurriedly, doing the only sensible thing he'd done all night. Walk away. Apparating to Harry's he knocked on the door, red hair mussed and falling around his shoulders, eyes bloodshot and wary, and clothes yanked on in a hurry. Frowning when he didn't hear anything on the other side of the door he sighed, sitting down on the doorstep, resting his back against the door, wrapping his arms around his knees he sighed, tears slowly making htier way down his face, he silently prayed that he'd tripped the man's wards, if only to alert him that he had company, because he had no where else to go.
Draco was sleeping peacefully in his room at his flat and he couldn't go to Malfoy Manor, not when he knew Lucius disliked him or his choices of not procreating in the name of getting a pureblood wizard. That left...Harry. A client, and Draco's friend. Frowning at the memory he got up to leave again. Having a feeling Harry would side with draco, and make him seem even more like the bad guy then he already was feeling.