post-war, eighth year, and fuckin gay. Draco's numb. He's not sad, he's not mad, and he's definitely not happy. He doesn't feel, and he doesn't mind. Well, from his perspective at least - until Headmistress McGonagall intervenes, forcing him to attend a discussion group for students that refuse to address their trauma one on one and to start meeting with a mutual tutor. Is Draco really as emotionless as he thinks? Or are there emotions behind that silver exterior that he upholds to fiercely?