Despite Blaise saying that it wasn't because of their outing on Friday, she couldn't help but think it might have been the final straw or some such thing. The timing just seemed too close. But she'd had to ask him, for crying out loud! He'd been so busy lately that it had been far too long since he'd suggested they go out, and so she'd taken initiative to drag him out herself, which is what one did in a friendship. It was a two-way street, and if Kermit really thought Blaise spending time with his sister or his friends the little that he managed to do so was overshadowing the time Blaise spent with him, then.... Well, he was damn lucky he wasn't here right now, else she might hex him.
"I do know," she confirmed softly, reaching out with her free hand to squeeze his forearm lightly. "And if he understood you at all, he would have understood that just because you don't say the words doesn't mean you don't feel the things. He was practically living with you, and I never once heard you complain about that. You were happy. Busy, but happy." Because anyone who knew him could have seen that.
Astoria took another drink of the firewhiskey, wincing slightly at the burn, and then offered it to him again. She really shouldn't drink too much more, as she wanted to be able to apparate and no matter how well she tolerated other liquor, she was a ridiculous lightweight with firewhiskey. "Although, I suppose it's better that this happen now rather than after you'd finally said the words or asked him to officially move in with you. If this is his true character, if he truly is this cowardly and childish, maybe it's better..." She wasn't sure if he was ready to hear that, but she felt it was true and perhaps something he needed to hear.