As he watched Lucius sleep, Draco bent and picked up his father’s free hand in a tender gesture he would have never dared prior to his father’s recent revelations and change of heart. He was learning– learning to be affectionate, to not hide that most vulnerable part of himself that he for so many years tried to repress, the way he had been taught by the man dying on the cot in front of him. The warmth from Draco’s hand sunk into his father’s and his eyes slowly opened, blinking several times before Lucius’ eyes widened and he took a slow breath. 