It was hard not to be jealous as Draco talked about this other man he was in love with. Or, had been in love with. It sounded like he wasn't anymore. Harry tried not to be too pleased by that. This wasn't his Draco. He was half tempted to ask who this man was, but it really wasn't any of his business. Besides, he didn't actually want to know.
"Life here." Harry shook his head. "And what exactly is life here? All that crap can't be true, can it, about being taken out of our reality and getting sent back like no time has passed? I mean, you must have researched it, right?" Of course Draco would have researched it. Or at least Harry desperately hoped he had. Otherwise Harry would have to do it himself, and that would end very badly. Harry never had the patience for that sort of thing.