"I'm sorry." Draco felt that it should have been pretty obvious what Harry would think, but he chose not to voice it. "I guess I'll just have to prove myself to him. Not your fault that he didn't believe you. It's my doing," he said hesitantly. Slowly but surely, he was getting better at this comforting thing, whether or not he saw it.
Draco listened in silence, unsure of what to say. He slid a little closer to her and paused a very long moment before leaning in and kissing the tear from her jawline. Its salty taste lingered on his lips when he pulled away. "I don't mind listening. Ramble all you want," he finally said quietly.