No one had spoken since Ginny left with Tonks and Kingsley. Harry rested his head against the wall with his eyes closed, while he was unsure of the last time Draco blinked, like if the man closed his eyes for even a second, he’d miss something important. He was steadfastly picking at his cuticles, a compulsion he already knew Draco struggled with, and it didn’t help temper Remus to watch him do it. At least three fingers were bloodied at the tips, and every time Remus tried to take a hand to stop him, Draco wrenched them away. Theo had lasted only a few minutes before he mumbled something about canceling reservations and suddenly the box in his pocket felt like a lead weight pulling him to the bottom of the ocean.