"And if she chooses me?" He wasn't entirely sure that she would. Wasn't even a little convinced that she might. She'd been clear. Had always been so bloody clear. And even if she did, did he want her to? She was dying, after all. That sounded heartless, even in his head. But it was less about not wanting to deal with a dying... girlfriend, he supposed, and more about not being able to get what he'd wanted for the last two years and having to watch it slip through his fingers. Added in that he simply could not shake Theo's words from his head and that, ever since that fateful conversation, he'd been so fucking confused every time he'd looked at her... he didn't know what he wanted anymore. Not exactly, anyway.Draco didn't reply for such a long time, Blaise wasn't certain that he would. But finally, he said, "I suppose that the door I've been holding open since Hogwarts will, finally, close." Draco slapped his hands on his thighs before standing. "Well, this has been... fun. I have to go. Greengrass Senior wants to have a discussion, which is just code for vague threats and yelling, but I can't be late. I just... wanted to talk to you."