"Harry," Blaise’s voice is rough. "Keep your nose out of our business. Fuck," he slams his fist in the wall. "Harry, I love you, but please, stop following us. You get yourself into danger and I can’t handle having to make sure you are safe as well as her. I made you a promise and I am keeping it, for my whole life, so let me do what I need to do. All I ask you, keep an open mind about her and me. Maybe one day..." Blaise sounds harsh, his voice cold, but I know it’s because I locked up his humanity.