"Yes. I do say. Even if you hate me I'm still your father." He watched Draco carefully. The healers said he was physically mostly healed but they'd been dubious about his mental state.
"Yes. Just a moment." He stood stiffly; he hadn't realised how long he'd been sitting there until he tried to stand up. He got a small tumbler and filled it with the water in the jug. "Here." He brought the cup to Draco.