Draco's expression faltered under his uncle's warm smile. He well remembered telling Salazar and Godric (their older selves anyway) about the war and how disappointed they had been in him. Over journals was one thing, but doing it face to face? He didn't want to change his poor uncle's trusting and loving gaze. Draco was pretty sure no one, save his mother, looked at him that way. His children, now, but that was a different story altogether. His heart beat faster and he considered what good telling would do. The cowardly way out still appealed to Draco, but he thought of what Summer would say which made him slip into the offered seat. No bolting this time. "Of course," he replied. He helped himself to the tea and some of the food though he really didn't feel like eating. It did, however, keep his hands busy while he waited for Alphard to join him.