The insult obviously went completely over Kermit's head. Perhaps it was that you had to be a Gryffindor or a Slytherin to understand the fact that him, Blaise, using it gave it context.
Blaise took a deep breath that didn't succeed one iota in calming his normally quite even temper. Unlike his sister, he tended to be very laid back and hard to anger; when someone succeeded in doing more than merely annoy him, it was something of an accomplishment.
It didn't quite mask the punch to the gut the words brought, but it helped.
"If you think you come last on the list, then you're blind," he said with unaccustomed bluntness since he doubted subtlety would work. "I've never pretended to be anything but a workaholic, but I come to every one of your games and every one of the after parties you want to go to. I get take away at least once a week. I cook for you. We go out."
And he planned all the damned dates. Made all the arrangements. Tried to choose things he knew Kermit enjoyed.
And why the hell was he defending himself? Sure, he'd been working a lot lately. Everyone typically knew that when he got like that you had to pull him out and make him take a break. Except, it appeared, his boyfriend. Who had left.
And yes, okay, he'd been spending a lot of time with Theo lately. But Kermit hadn't seen him after he'd been attacked. He hadn't healed him. He didn't worry every day that Theo was wasting away to nothing and barely slept. So yes, Blaise carved out time for his friend. And for things like the other night with Astoria, who he hadn't been visiting with properly. Or Callie girl grabbing him on the way inside and apparating them out for a brother sister date.
"Well you know what? I'm pretty sure packing up all your things, taking the animals, and leaving is the very bloody definition of leaving, Kermit. So if I'm that horrible a boyfriend that I make you feel so low on my priority list, and you feel free to leave without bothering to tell me any of this, then I suggest you find a better boyfriend." Blaise would deny it but being left stung hard in a way that wouldn't be quick to fade. It reminded him keenly of his mother's ability to discard him at a moment's notice.
Because if he couldn't trust someone to come to him with an issue... if he couldn't trust him so far as to wake him up to tell him he was leaving... then there was no point, no matter how much he cared. Blaise did not trust easily even if it seemed as if he did. He had a tight inner circle. He depended on them to speak up. He'd never tried to say he was anything he wasn't, and he was a workaholic who enjoyed his work as he'd always been. But if what he'd done - and it hurt to know it wasn't enough, that Kermit hadn't trusted him enough to say anything - wasn't enough, he wasn't going to extend that branch of trust a second time. Leaving while he'd been asleep on the bed had been a coward's move, a breach of trust that hurt as much as it angered.
But the anger was primary right now, a low broiling kind of rage that hid the other emotions for the moment. It clouded his judgment a bit but he was coldly clear when he spoke next, his voice cool and precise.
"So good luck with that. Have fun. I suppose I'll see you around." With that same exacting precision, he pressed End Call. That was when his temper burst loose in a wild explosion of magic, busting a window and cracking the mirror, and in a rare fit of rage he threw his phone, breaking it and sending pieces spinning off on several directions.