Lucius gave a nearly indiscernible start, glancing sharply down at the subdued vine. Having deadly weeds lurking about wasn't doing anything for his nerves. "That's the spirit," he muttered, willing to accept any small victory, any token show of optimism. Seeing the boy moping in solitude was a little - well, a little close to home. It rankled.
"- Come have a walk, at least, if you'd rather not go in. You'll have plenty of time to be bookish at school." Part of him wished Draco would just pick up a broom or something, really. He would have liked to have been able to pretend he still felt carefree on occasion. It might have eased the guilt a little, if not the anxiety.