A blur that Harry knew were Draco’s legs appeared in front of him. Suddenly, the man’s face was in front of his, made clearer by proximity - Draco was crying too. Hands cradled the back of his skull and tipped his head forward, resting their foreheads together. He didn’t know what comfort was being offered, but he snatched at it before it could be withdrawn. He threw himself at Draco, wrapping his arms around him in a fierce embrace and sobbing into his shoulder. Draco gripped him back just as tightly, fingers digging into his back. Eventually, Harry realised Draco was talking through his tears.