Theo had always been a good listener, even when the subject being discussed was not exactly his favorite one. He'd always sat and listened to Draco, in school, after the war, after the trial. And while he usually didn't say much, given the circumstances it seemed he would have to.
It was almost a relief to have to dodge a bottle heading straight for his head for a moment, which he took gladly and began drinking from in earnest.
"I know you do," he said turning to look at Draco. "I wouldn't sweat it so much. He'll come around once he dries out. As for the fight I'm not going to apologize for that. It is what it is, and it's done now. Not that's he'd take the word of an idiot son of a evil bastard anyway," he said with a small smile. "So I can't help you much in that regard. He'll get over it, realize your there and not going anywhere. Or you'll just wear him out with stubbornness."