"Some people are like that," Blaise said. He didn't approve of it, but then he was a man who liked to get a handle on things and running away didn't help any of that. He had catting as his escape, and before that, he usually just buried himself in work or did like he had after Kermit had left -- buried himself in work and lots of sex.
He put a hand on Eleanor's back, careful that it was appropriately placed because though he'd rather lay it over her shoulders, his reputation did precede him and he'd rather not upset her with no cause. "He should have done better by you," he said as neutrally as possible, already disliking Gaspard for upsetting her. He had a protective streak when it came to people he considered his, and in a way, she was his. She was his assistant, the arranger of his life and handler of many of his (business) affairs and schedule and such.
"Why wouldn't you get your hopes up? It was special, and he is an idiot not to see how much he's messed up in this situation." She deserved better, and very little would change his opinion on the matter at the moment. "When people love you, they're supposed to set aside their own problems for you sometimes, and this time... he should have pulled his head out of his arse, quite frankly."