"I ended up streaming all your albums, once I was back on the campgrounds." Of course Potter was camping. "Listening to everything. It felt like..." Draco glanced back at Potter’s hesitation, quirking a questioning eyebrow. Potter pursed his lips. "In some ways it felt like, almost like a scrapbook of memories of our relationship. The good times. The bad times. And I feel like I can really hear you, hear how it really was for you, for the first time."