Gray eyes turned to stare coldly back at Blaise for several seconds, before Draco chose to act. He couldn't sit there. He just couldn't sit there and let himself be walked all over like this. He had to do something. He had to make Blaise pay for the words coming out of his mouth. But as soon as that thought crept into Draco's mind, the blonde froze and stared over at his friend in complete shock. He was no better than Lucius right now. As much as Draco had looked up to his father, he'd never wanted to become him. And hearing those words coming from Blaise's mouth left Draco feeling empty, even if Blaise was only a friend. It was still those words of disappointment. It seemed disappointment still ran his life, and he couldn't get away with it.
"You know what, Blaise?" Draco started with an eerily calm tone. Never mind the fact that he was half-naked in the other's bed, staring him down throughout this whole thing. He wanted to tell Blaise to fuck off. He wanted to hex him and just get this over with and flee the scene, like he'd done when Potter had confronted him just those few years ago. But this was Blaise, not Potter. Some part of Draco, even now, wondered where he would have been at had he let Potter see his weakness. Some part of Draco wondered if he'd never have gone so far if he'd let Potter just help him that day, rather than attempting to curse the boy. And now, Draco found himself looking up into Blaise's face and saw a similar look of concern that had briefly flashed on Potter's face that night.
"I'm sorry. You're..." Draco took in a breath, looking down cautiously. "You're absolutely right." He breathed heavily, closing his eyes wearily once the words were out. Merlin. This was the toughest thing Draco had ever done, admitting his own weakness. He'd never done it. It went against everything he'd ever learned. But here he was, admitting his weakness to Blaise.