The fact that Potter explained himself so much made Draco’s heart sink in his chest, making him realise just how rude he had been to his guest. It didn’t matter that he himself felt embarrassed, as long as Potter wasn’t feeling too much of the brunt end of it. At least, that was how Draco had always been raised and the fact that he had been able to disregard that so easily said a lot about how mortified he’d felt.<br/>He carefully fingered at the edge of his cup, knowing full well that there was no way that he would be able to return to the sunroom and much less with Potter present. It was just going to bring back too many memories of the night they had shared together and Draco knew that he wasn’t really to face that. In fact, he doubted that he was ever going to get ready for that.<br/>“You can take the Prophet,” Draco attempted, knowing that that was about all that he would be able to offer Potter right in that moment. Draco had a lot of work to do anyway and he knew that he was likely going to skip breakfast again, having no appetite whatsoever.<br/>“You enjoy it,” Draco stated, figuring that Potter would like some confirmation that Draco wasn’t going to try and join him out there.