Theo realized that Draco must have known, had to have come here on purpose. Of course Theo knew Draco would be returning for the funeral. In fact, his lawyers had probably told him that Draco had been sent plane tickets, as the confirmation numbers were in his blackberry. He knew Draco would be back, but that he was here, at his bar. That was a surprise. And now he was a man, not the little boy that Theo'd sent to school in the middle of nowhere. His sleeves were rolled up and his skin was pristine, not a mark on that porcelain. Theo's own hands and forearms were covered in ink, while Draco’s were well made; he looked fit in his white button down. Sleek Glasses? Those were new - not the thick, and nerdy ones he had been wearing when Theo and Narcissa had put him on a plane to leave LA and Theo’s life.