A wet sniff caught his attention, and he looked over his shoulder to find Lupin folding his arms around a crying Black and drawing him into his chest, his own tears trailing down his cheeks. He looked away quickly, and saw that Harry’s eyes were closed now, though his grip on Draco’s wrist remained just as tight. Not that Draco tried to escape - if it were up to him, he’d have climbed into the bed completely and pulled Harry flush too him to feel his chest move and hear his breath in his ear, but something told him that the Healer at the end of the bed would throw him out if he tried.