"Sounds reasonable," Draco decides after some thought. Even the throwing bits, he doesn't suppose he'd mind too much if it meant... some kind of acceptance. Not that he is in any way prepared to admit that aloud, even in the fuzzy land of growing intoxication.

And though it also helps not to think about how and why he's having this conversation in the first place, it's difficult to avoid the fact that none of them appear to really be forgiven for anything. Ever, as it turns out.