The call to his father had felt like a marathon and Draco was absolutely exhausted after it.<br/>Mindlessly, he had been drinking his toddy as they talked, finding that his cup was mostly empty now and that he no longer had that to keep his hands occupied. He had placed his phone back on the table next to it, finding that it was glaring at him, as if his father could still see him.<br/>The conversation had gone exactly as he suspected that it would, with his father being absolutely beside himself with anger. Even though Draco had known that there was nothing he could do going in, it was still leaving him with the nauseating feeling of defeat.<br/>When Sirius called down to him, Draco had to fight the urge to compose himself, rationally knowing that Sirius wouldn’t expect anything other than Draco being out of it. It was just one of those things that he had learnt many years ago and had never learnt to let go.<br/>“Can I answer that in a couple of days?” Draco asked, finding that too many feelings were flowing through him too quickly for him to be able to properly answer.