Scorpius recoiled and gathered himself. "You asked me how I really was. I thought you wanted the truth and now you know." He knew the look on his face well enough. Emotions were scary for Malfoys. They just didn't take them in these large doses. They had also never laid around for days slowly dying.
"It's a thing I picked up in a store that plays music," he told his grandfather, not mentioning that it was muggle. "Craig stopped in to play exploding snap the other night. He's a friend." There were other names on the list, a letter for Jamie, an owl pellet for Dylan. They were stupid things but each had their own meaning.