Theo wasn't doing anything more taxing than drifting on a sea of sedatives and listening to the conversation go on around him. He was intrigued to see Pansy as a boy but could almost see the girl she was shining out underneath, in that way that Pansy shone through everything, through her loss of public face, loss of money, but not loss of anything that was important. As someone who had only ever really felt like a cardboard-cut out of a person and now, having had chunks torn out of him and places excavated in St Mungo's, felt hollow and insubstantial, Pansy was both an admiration and an enigma.
He still flinched when Pansy flourished her wand, the instincts that would have usually picked up on the movement and dismissed it as nothing to worry about dulled by potion and by Pansy's new frame.
People who didn't know her as she really was might have been surprised by how gentle she could be with him, especially when he himself was of the opinion (when he could be) that the war left him a broken, pathetic thing; Pansy hadn't crumbled. Draco hadn't crumbled. He knew Pansy was better than that though.
He was going to refuse the offer until Draco told him to take it, trusting Draco enough to eat when he prompted even though he rarely wanted to do so. He nodded and sat up with difficulty - apart from the fact that Draco's lap was comfortable, the potion made him clumsy - ending up slumped against the other blonde's shoulder. His hair obscured his vision for a second and he lifted a hand to push it out of his face, the delicate procedure requiring two tries; he hoped these effects of the calming potion would wear off soon, he hated being so utterly uncoordinated. He could see why usual-Pansy chose to have her hair cut in a neat bob now though, hair got everywhere.
"Yes please Pans." he tried out, his voice this side of hoarse from the screaming he'd done earlier and the period of disuse that had followed it, and somewhat low for the mouth it was coming out of.
He shook his head at Draco's mention of work, wanting to tell Draco that he should have pointed out that surely he wasn't the only one sociable enough to go out drinking unless the rest of them were too socially inept to do so and that he made a better looking girl than the rest of them would have and that boy or girl he was still Draco, but all that came out was a short and succinct, "Fuck them."