"Time to make a plan - decide what to do," he turned his head back to the staring at the ceiling, "For now though, I think I need to lie here and mourn my children for a few more hours," out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco turn his head to look back at the ceiling as well. A hand tentatively moved to hold his - he adjusted his fingers so they were palm to palm, seeking comfort in that small contact.