Draco didn't didn't have a flippant answer for that, so he simply raised his own glass in response. So many people lost, but he doubted Potter wanted his sympathy. Some of those people might still be alive if it wasn't for him.
He watched Potter as he tried to figure everything out, and wondered if he even knew how not to be in charge anymore.
"Tomorrow. Monday. It's all fine. But, you know you don't have to do all of this yourself, don't you? You can delegate some of this stuff. No one expects you to figure everything out."
Draco read the letter quietly, accepting the trust he was being shown. He was used to seeing Potter stressed and put upon, the memorials hadn't been easy for either of them. But this was a different side, and Draco had to resist the urge to smooth the woret lines on Potters forehead with his fingers. He handed the letter back with a little sigh.
"A daughter, eh? And a son? With girl Weasley." He hadn't expected that. "That's got to be a trip." He wondered if his future self had any children. He doubted it, unless his father had significantly changed his stance on men marrying men and they'd used a surrogate.