Hearing Harry apologise was almost too much for Draco to handle, mostly seeing as it hadn't been what he had hoped to get out of showing Harry the scars. It was overwhelming and Draco didn't know how to make sense of all the emotions flowing through him. He felt vulnerable and extremely exposed, both physically and mentally. It wasn't how he had expected this conversation to go down, but he figured that it couldn't be much different, at least not now.<br/>There was a million things Draco wanted to say, but none of them felt proper or real. It felt completely unreal, as if it was only something he was imagining; yet he knew that it was very reaæ indeed. He looked up, finally facing Harry even if it was terribly hard for him. Harry's expression was just as soft as his voice had been and he was holding onto Draco as if he was something precious to be treasured. It was a lot to take in.<br/>"I don't want you to feel guilty about this. We were kids and didn't think our actions had any consequences," he tried, but he knew that it was a weak retort. He didn't want Harry to bad about what he had just shown him, but he knew that that probably was impossible. He wanted to cover himself up again, but he could barely move. "It's been so long."