judgingfromthelookonpotter’sfae,hehadn’texpeteddraotosaysomethinglikethat.holy,draohadn’texpetedhimselftosaysomethinglike

“notreally.”

draoshiftedinhisseat.thisoionfelttoomeaningfulforpottertohaveitwithhimofallpeople.but,eventhoughhedidn’tlikeit,hehadtoadmit,hedidgetwhatpotterwastalkingabout.

“oh?”waspotterimplyingdraowoulduand?hedidn’tknowhowhefeltaboutthat.

“you’reworriedyou’lldisappointthem,too?”

“yeah,iguessitis,”pottermurmured.“ian’thelpit.it’salwaysbeenthatway.”

“whyareyoutellingmethis?”heaskedarefully.

potterlookedup,hisfaepalerthanusual.“it’snotlikethatwiththem.iknowthey’llsupportmenomatterwhat.ijust—it’ssohard,expiningittothem.”

“yeah,”pottermurmured.“theydidn’tseemtohavethatmuhtrouble,findingtheirpe.meanwhile,i’mstillstrugglingeverydaytojust…keepittogether.”

“youasked,”pottershrugged.

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“itseemstome,anawfullybigpartofyourlifeinvolvespleasingothers.”andboydiddraoknowwhatthatwaslike.evennow,withhisfatherinazkaban,heoftenaughthimselfwifhewouldapproveofdrao’sations.italwaystookalottoremindhimselfhewasn’tsupposedtoareaboutthatanymore.

“look,drao,it’snotlikeienjoytalkingaboutthesethings,ijust—theothers…theydon’treallygetit.imean,wealllostpeople,sotheyuandthegrief,but…ijustfeltlostafterthewar,andmyfriends…theydidn’treallyuandwhatitwaslikeforme.”

“youdiedforfuk’ssake,”draosaid,irritationfringupinhim.“youdiedtosaveallofourarses.youdon’toweanybodyanything.ifanything,therestoftheworldowesyou!”

thefollowingsilenefeltsopregnantwithmeaning,itwasstifling.potter,openinguplikethat,showingdraoallhisvulnerabilities…hehadnoideahowtoproessthat.

but…”