Draco flinched. He probably deserved that, but he hadn't expected it to hurt that much. Being sober was the worst. "I'm not... yes I do," he said, finally, his voice sounding almost like his old self again. "I don't want you to go out there and get hurt. All right? Is that what you want to hear? Maybe its fucking selfish, I don't know. I barely know you. I shouldn't care." His voice broke a little at that. "But I don't... want you to go."