Theo seemed happier, a little more thawed, a little less distant, at the close proximity to someone living, a warm little centre in his cold room, and he shifted, turning towards Draco like a flower to the sun.
He licked at the wound like he hadn't noticed it was there, then nodded. "He won't let me fix it." he said solemnly but strangely blank, like there was a block in his mind somewhere that stopped him feeling anything about what he thought had happened.