Blaise knew that Pansy could never really be more than a friend. That was especially true now that he had the pull in the back of his mind that he was nothing more than damaged goods. Even if there ever had been the possibility that they could find their way it was now shattered. The doubts playing at the corners of his mind, even if he'd been successful at pushing them away, were more worrisome than Blaise could allow himself to dwell upon.
"You should have told me," Blaise replied to Pansy's admission when they landed. "I have a talent for helping ladies cut loose and break away." He looked over and gave Pansy a genuine smile, a smile that she was likely the only one to ever see. "I've yet to venture there."