Albus had his own demons about his name. Both names, really. They weren't the same as Draco's but they still dragged at him. He noted the skepticism though, and was pretty used to it.

The laugh startled him enough that his eyes widened slightly. He raked his fingers through his hair roughly and that was more like Harry, a stark contrast like he was actively trying to be unlike his father and sometimes it slipped out unbidden.

It was still difficult to fathom. All of it. He furrowed his brow again, trying not to focus on how it made him anxious. Still, his nails dug into his palm in a grounding gesture. "Since I hardly believe it's your fault I'm here, I don't think I'd hate you for that," he said mildly once he relaxed his hand again. "I suppose as far as questions go it'd have to be the obvious. Why, how, what now." A breath. "Though I'm sure there are no simple answers."