Draco was still wandering around the room, wearing holes in the carpet the way he usually did. Back and forth, back and forth. He was a little bit calmer now, thanks to the calming draught he brewed himself. He had used it nearly every day following the war, but had gradually become stronger. Now he had more still in the cauldron, cooling after being removed from the heat. It left nothing for him to do but pace, and think, which he was doing way too much of.
Draco could present a calm, sarcastic front when he wanted to, but there were ways to push his buttons, and when they were pushed, he snapped. Tom R had set it off, followed by the conversation with Remus, followed by his mother. He felt like his mother was choosing them, and although he could see the usefulness of that situation, he felt her slip away just a bit. Loss was something he endured over and over again, including a little bit of himself. Loss left him wondering what he was supposed to do, and even if it wasn't quite what his mind made it out to be, he felt it still.
Of course Harry showed up. He answered the door with relief, actually hugging his boyfriend right from the start, a sure sign of the anxiety that had come over him. Things had changed some, but they were still together. Now all they had to do was figure out everything else. "Hi," he said, not letting go just yet.