"Yes," he growled. Then, acquiescing that her legs were fine, rocked back on his heels and stood over her. His figured loomed ominously with the setting sun turning the sky from warm hues to cold, dark ones behind him. Draco leaned forward, bracing himself on the arms of the chair. "Isn't it always fucking Theo? Bloody fucking thorn in my side. We're brothers – brothers – and he fucking lied to me. I don't – I can't – I feel like I don't even know him anymore."