"Did you get out alive?" Regulus asked. He knew that it was something of a ridiculously personal question, but it had spilled out before he could even think to retract it. He knew that there were very few people that he would be able to have this conversation with. They were two of a kind, really. Or rather, if Draco had gotten out alive, he was probably one of a kind. Regulus was just another traitor that had broken his oath.
"All right," Regulus said, pushing himself up. He offered Draco a hand once again. Quietly, he was hoping that even if this was the end of this particular meeting that they could meet again. Perhaps under more normal circumstances. Even without the Death Eater connection, they were family, and that was an important tie. Regulus had been unable to meet any family from his in the future - he knew that the painful truth of it was that they had little family. He and Sirius had had no children. Neither had Bellatrix. Andromeda had a daughter, but Regulus hadn't met her here, and, technically, she had been disowned from the moment she was born. Draco was the last legitimate portion of the Black family and he wasn't even a Black. He was a Malfoy.
"How're you feeling?" Regulus asked finally, allowing for a change of subject if Draco wanted one.