Draco was puttering around the kitchen, trying to figure out where everything was, and setting up a washing charm. He knew that he was probably being rude, but it had just been a little too much, and he had to take a moment to breathe. At least Harry seemed to respect that, which he was appreciative of. He didn't look at him as he enters the kitchen, and instead kept himself busy with cleaning.<br/>"You have nothing to be sorry about," he said, as he started putting dishes back into the cupboard, where he assumed that they belonged. "You have done nothing wrong after all." It would be a little too heavy to start explaining why it hit him so hard after all, and he isn't interested in even trying.