@DamagedDraco + regardless of his own feelings—distrust—of Potter being good enough for Draco, he knew the blonde had never been happier. He let Draco cling harder, letting him set the pace.
@DamagedDraco Blaise saw the embrace coming, but he still felt so stiff as he let it happen. His own limbs felt as though they moved awkwardly in some way to comfort his old friend. His expression pinched at the edges for the reason, “a break? Over what?” He tried to keep his time even, but +
@DamagedDraco + Seeing Draco standing in the rain was still almost surreal, even if he had been expecting the man. “I see you still remember where I live,” Blaise says, standing aside to let the blonde inside.
@DamagedDraco Blaise glanced at the clock at the sound at the front door. Right on time. He knew the house-elf would typically show the guest in, but this one he wanted to do himself. His mother, wherever she was, could probably sense him doing something so pedestrian as opening the door. +