"I'm fine," Draco shrugged. "We didn't end because we fought or anything. We just amicably drifted, I guess."
He was a little stunned as she shoved him, though.
"How am I self-sabotaging? I didn't want to lose that company," Draco shouted. "You tell me I'm worth so much, but then you paint me in such broad strokes-- that I'm always snapping and tantruming, doesn't that contradict how worthy you think I am?"
Ah, this is why they broke up.
"Maybe I did act too arrogant in my interviews, but that's what you expect me to do, Parvati." The chicken was probably done by now, but the bartender and cookstaff had the good sense not to barge in at this moment. "You said you loved me and you said I was so much better than I thought, and yet at the first sign of anything you assumed that all hell had broken loose. How was I ever supposed to get better?" He had meant the last sentence to come out in a powerful demand, but instead his voice choked a little.
"I don't think you're wronging me for dating Jacob," Draco eased back a little bit. He was being honest. "I think that is very wise of you."