Draco just turned his head slowly as Blaise made his way out of the room, a look of almost shock on his features just to be dismissed like that. He didn't quite know how to react to Blaise just turning on his heel and leaving Draco alone for the evening.
Calling for Tah, however, the blonde asked for pajamas. Once he was ready for bed, Draco shifted into Blaise's room silently. His feet padded lightly against the floor and he gazed solemnly over toward Blaise's bed, expecting to find his friend there already. Part of Draco was tempted to just ask if he could hop into bed with Blaise and sleep near him, but another part knew it was too much to ask of his host.
Moving tiredly back toward the living room, Draco fell into a deep, yet disturbed sleep on Blaise's sofa--and Blaise would finding him having another one of his "nightmares" come morning.
As the sun rose, Draco slept onward, but he muttered beneath his breath. His skin was cold to the touch, despite the warm blankets that Tah had tossed over him in the middle of the night. Locked in a dream, Draco didn't even hear his friend up and about the following morning.