Lies!
Theo stopped, his hand still up, palm facing Draco like some strange Buddhist greeting, the tips losing the shine as the blood on his fingers dried, his tongue slipping out, peeking out to lap at the small amount of blood leaking from his mouth like a kid with lolly running down it's chin.
The way he was watching Draco was far removed from anything so carefree. "Keep him happy." Theo said, his tone low, quiet, intent and too serious. "Because..." he added, curling his fingers, bringing his loosely made fist to his chest, leaning in to the person who had once been a kind of friend - "..because, the things he does to you when you don't."