Alphard didn't speak throughout Draco's confession. He remained silent, reaching out every one in a while when his nephew got choked up but ultimately dropping his hand so as to not further upset him. He knew that Draco had probably had a difficult life. Considering what became of their family and the weight the war put upon them, he could only imagine how difficult it would be for the young man. To actually hear it though, all of it, in detail, was difficult. Not because he was disappointed in him. Far from it, in fact. The more Draco spoke, the prouder he was of his nephew. Yes, there were several missteps, but ultimately, Draco came out the other side of all of this a better person.
When his story finally came to a close, Alphard moved. The sound of his chair scraping against the tiled floor seemed loud in the kitchen now. For the past hour or so, it had only be filled with Draco's voice. The sound seemed harsh and grating in the wake of it, but Alphard did not falter. Crouching down in front of his nephew, he took one of his hands in both of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You, Draco Malfoy, are so much more than that. You are brave and clever and I am so sorry, boyo. So sorry. I wish- Gods, I wish so much that I had been there for you. It will forever be my biggest regret that I could not help you and your Aunts and Uncles in their times of need." Seriously, what had he been doing? Why had he just left his beloved nieces and nephews out in the cold like this? "But you- you have overcome so much. You are a great man, boyo. Great and I am so very proud of you." Alphard's voice was rough with emotion and incredibly insistent as he squeezed Draco's hand. "I am so proud of you and I am proud that I get to claim you as my nephew."