Any impulse to make a joke about Greg's mental abilities vanished a long time ago. Draco just felt badly. Everyone had their load and some were just luckier than others with what load they had. He wasn't sure when his thinking shifted, but it was nice to know he could possibly be around other people without slipping into bad old habits. Maybe he could rejoin the world...maybe. "Do you want some help with writing, mate?" He didn't really think about the offer before he asked, but he meant it.