He didn’t know how long they cried for, but eventually they were sprawled on the floor on their backs staring at the ceiling, side by side their arms pressed together. Harry felt empty, like a great echoing pit had opened below his feet and swallowed his essence whole. His tears had stopped, but only because he had physically lost the ability to cry. He was sure they would return in good time. Next to him, Draco’s breath was still stuttering occasionally as he continued crying quietly and tearlessly.