Theo had known that something was bothering Draco since the other blond's tempestuous return home yesterday, his displeasure with his neckwear unusual enough behaviour, but not so much so that it made Theo worry. He could imagine that something had happened to cause the muttered grumblings and the sudden tie-purchasing trip today, and he could only marry that with the response one Harry Potter made to Draco's journal entry; he'd come to the conclusion that made the most sense and made him wonder about nostalgia before his mind snapped itself out of reverie lest it wander down thornier paths than schoolboy feuds. Regardless, Draco had asked for company and Theo would give that whenever Draco wished. It wasn't as though the other man had needed to look for him before transporting them both to France after all, he knew where Theo would be.
They looked like a prince and pauper together, Draco's chic, sleek well-dressed looks against his own, much shabbier attire. He was wearing soft black beltless trousers that were more comfort than business, along with a long-sleeved striped grey tshirt under a high-collard army-green jacket. His fingers tucked comfortably into the overlong sleeves, nails that had been worried down to the quick hidden away, and he was making some half-hearted attempt at seeing to his body's needs by wearing a long black scarf that might have been Draco's at one time. His tawny blond hair was it's usual mess and he looked like he'd just been pulled from bed, but then he always seemed a little disheveled, even when he really wasn't, and no charm or spell yet had been able to fix that.
He could feel the tension slide out of Draco even when he wasn't looking directly at him and he was concerned that events had wound his friend up so much. He may not have been able to look out for himself, but his few friends were another matter. It spoke volumes of how comfortable Theo had become in Draco's space that he didn't so much as flinch at the gentle almost-touch to his back, it's presence actually shoring him up - he tended to dislike being out in public and it was only because it would please his friend that he'd agreed to go along.
"I'm not hungry, I'm happy to shop." he advised, falling into step with Draco and seemingly unbothered either way. He was here to accompany more than purchase and he could rarely recognise when he was hungry. He certainly didn't like to eat after Portkeying and he wanted to see if these irresistible French ties would make Draco actually happy more than just relaxed.