"Inside." He said, turning around and starting to walk back to the bar. He swallowed past the sudden tightness of his throat and made his way into the bar, mentally telling himself that he wasn't going to listen to his father. He wasn't going to let the man tell him want to do or what to think or anything because, damn it, he was twenty-one, impressive in his own right and part of the reason that the Malfoy's didn't go to Azkaban after the war. He and his mother were the reasons, not Lucius.
However, the idea of standing up to his father just made his chest feel tighter, and once they were inside Brews and Bottoms, he found himself afraid to even turn around.