“You’re saying this like I’ve got any clue what you do for fun, Malfoy,” Ron said simply. Watching as Malfoy apparently began to gather himself and became less likely to have a full meltdown, he thought he could, more than likely, leave him to it. After all, Ron had followed him with the intent of making sure he was not planning harm, that he was not about to cause any more avoidable deaths. All Ron could really see was this sad shell of a bloke who was so cowardly and desperate to be anything but himself that he was willing to mix with people he’d once been a full on wanker about.
“You know, we all did things wrong back then,” said Ron in a rare moment of insightfulness that would only be shattered as soon as it was prodded with anything substantial. “The difference is how we handled it. When I did it wrong, I didn’t just apologise. I matched my friends and I helped with everything I could.” Because Ron had been desperate to prove he deserved them in the first place.