Draco allowed himself to cry it out for a bit, feeling sensitive and sad about the entire ordeal. Everything just seemed like too much to Draco, leaving him wanting to hide and never see the light of day again; at least for a while.<br/>When Sirius proclaimed that he was proud of him, Draco could feel something swell in his chest, having needed that validation from<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>, knowing for certain that it wouldn’t come from either of his parents. It wasn’t like it was something he could choose, nor was it something that he had picked out for himself, so it felt so unfair to be punished for it.<br/>“I did it,” he muttered softly, voice hoarse from the crying, which was dying down now. He weakly loosened his grip around Sirius, figuring that he had cried enough for one day, even if he didn’t feel at all done crying.