He started walking toward the exit Hermione had taken with Scorp and did his best to let go of Longbottoms words. He deserved them, yes, and the man had deserved the chance to say them. But he didn't have to hold on to them. Draco of 8 years before wouldn't much care for the way Draco of today was handling things. But the man he was now didn't care much for the man he had been either. Hermione was pacing just outside the door, bouncing his son with every step, a worried look on her face. Scorpius was pouting.