“Good Lord...” Tom covers his mouth with one hand, his eyes wide.

“What must you think of me? I had no idea that...”

Well. Culture clash is FUN.

“Please, it’s me who should ask for forgiveness, then. I could understand -“

He balls his hands into fists and jams then into the pockets of his trousers and stares down at the floor in a way he hasn’t needed to since first apologizing for being Voldemort.

“If you’d prefer not to have dealings with me because of this, I’d understand.”