"The good things," Justin echoed, staring down into his own glass before taking another long swallow, the slight warmth in his cheeks telling him that it was starting to take hold. "I had a good thing, once. And then I realized my...boyfriend, lover, fiancee...I hate all of those terms. I don't think I've ever come across a term for a significant other that I've liked. Partner. Ugh." He drank again. "But yes, when you realize that person is...really just a friend with whom you have sex on occasion, things are less good. When you determine all of this in the throes of grief, even worse. I should've been there for him, and instead, we broke up. I love him with all my heart, but not romantically." He swirled the last of his rum. "It was a good thing, but Azkaban changed me." He didn't meet Percy's eyes, because it was easier to talk to Percy and think of him as Percy if he wasn't staring at Draco's face. "It changed what we were. We tried to reconcile that, but I think we were both trying too hard to make it work."