Theo swallowed, his Adam's apple bouncing and protruding against the fragile skin of his throat. "We are brothers," he corrected, drawing the words slowly and purposefully from his cracked lips. "You know me, Draco. I'm still the same fucked up kid who ran around the stuffy Manor with you and got into shit we shouldn't have gotten into. I'm still the same bloody mess who stood by your side – who fought in the fucking war with you – and saved your life." Theo exhaled; jaw set stubbornly. "You know me. You can trust me."