His eyes were hollow, full of exhaustion. Esme noticed the small bruises along with his cheekbones and dark bags around the bottom of his eyes. She sucked in a large breath, which caught his attention as he locked eyes with her. They stared at each other in silence, taking in each other's features. She remembered how he didn't look at her before he left her room. His jaw was tight, lips sealed as if he was in pain. Draco took note of the emptiness in her eyes, the paleness of her skin. She wanted to reach over and touch his hand because even in the frigid weather and the rain, his touch would be warm. He always felt warm to her, even when his fingers were as cold as ice cubes.