She smiled a bit, remembering her eleven year old's self jealousy of Lucius Malfoy, and her fear that he would eventually take Severus away. And he had in way, though neither of them were innocent in their drifting apart. "Yeah, I know that." There didn't seem to be much need to say more than that.
"I had guessed that." It was said quietly, and without the anger of the past. Anger at him for choosing a path that led him away from her. She reached out again, this time just placed her hand on his arm, uncaring of their audience.
"It's not as satisfying as you thought it'd be, is it?"