Remus turned, ready to snap at him, but stopped after taking in his expression. Draco had not once sought him out for comfort since they had arrived, he had held Remus while he soaked the front of his shirt with tears, but shied away every time Remus went to reciprocate. Draco’s eyes were red-rimmed and swollen as he sagged into the uncomfortable waiting area chair, any semblance of aristocratic grace snubbed out. He was thinking the worst, and Remus would be a liar if he said he wasn’t also.