The next few minutes were a bit of a blur to his sensory overloaded existence, and he found himself surrounded in a tight brotherly embrace. The patting on his back made him wince. This was Draco, he was loud, boisterous, and still wearing the only quality of fabric he could handle being rubbed with, thank fuck. Also the only person in the world he allowed such a show of affection. Growing up with his namely cousin, had ensured he knew all his quirks and respected them within reason, because the Malfoys were nothing but expressive and physical, and aggressively loyal when it came to family. Things he utterly lacked.