Letting a breath of air out, Blaise could feel the tension surrounding the room and embedding it's unwanted rear between them. He disliked the times that they ended up being distant. All he wanted to do at that moment was scoop Daphne up into his arms and snog her brains out. Actions did speak louder than words, right? The image of him pressing a kiss to her lips seemed quite far away at that point. It honestly didn't even seem as though they would shake hands in the next thirty minutes. Body contact wasn't on either of their minds at the moment, but it would ease the tension to just let that expression course through their bodies. Why couldn't things be easier between the two? Nikolas was the source of their problems. Wasn't it obvious to the both of them? However, that wasn't the case. She allowed herself to become comsumed in the married life. It was a very likly chance that the ginger and her had already shared a kiss or a couple. The thought of that honestly dishearted him greatly. He knew that it would eventually lead to that point, but it felt so soon, despite it being four years already. A little voice in his head always spoke of never returning a kiss to the beautiful creature if those lips touched her husband. However, the time had possibly arrived and he couldn't bare to bring himself to end anything that their relationship consisted of.
Blaise knew that the statements of Daphne belonging to him alone had to be purged from his mind. He knew the time would eventually arrived, but that was easier said than done. The thought of turning his back the slighest on their love was never an opition. It was only hope that was exactly what she was thinking as well. Negative words were thrown every which way, more so than they had ever remarked to one another since they had known each other. He still knew that it all could be fixed. It simply had to be. The right words needed to flow from his lips, even though the request that he planned on revealing soon might set his best from off the edge.
With all honesty, Blaise knew that his words were harsh the previous evening. He had written such words at the height of his anger. Did he mean them? Never. Was those feelings lingering within him all of those years? The answer would be no once again. He wished that Daphne's parents chose him to be the suitor for their daughter, which always confused him the reason behind their denial. After all, there had been no one else to come close to caring as much as he did for the eldest Greengrass sibling. He also took care of her and showered her with gifts every single week, twice sometimes depending on the occasion before them. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure how he would react to that news being thrusted upon him. Awkward for a little while most likely, but it would have made him reveal hidden feelings long before their trip to Greece.
There was one thing that he was certain about though. No way would anyone love Daphne more than him. Anyone would remark that there was something that they disliked about the woman, but not Blaise. He enjoyed and took pleasure in every bit of her.
"Practice was decent. We're all a rather good team together," he replied to her attempt at small talk. Blaise wasn't ready to admitt his new found feelings of enjoyment of being on a team with a couple of women, especially Angelina. That wouldn't tide over well with Daphne in some shape or form. Slowly sitting back down upon the couch, he left the one side of the furniture empty, unsure if the beautiful creature wanted him near her. Oh, how he wished that he could be more closer and forget about all their problems, but that was easy. Rubbing his hands together, before placing his hands firmly upon his thighs, Blaise looked directly at his best friend, quite for a few seconds. "I didn't mean what I wrote in my journal, Daphne. I assure you I didn't and that it wasn't written purposely either. You know that I wouldn't wound you purposely. I was just angry," he spoke, feeling as though it was almost completely at random. There she was trying to make small talk and Blaise wanted to jump into the bulk of things.
Well, it would make them both feel better sooner, right?