Inspecting the mask, the Slytherin sagged ever so slightly. "So, you didn't leave me alone." Why did he feel like crying suddenly? He had always been self-sufficient; his mother would have never allowed for anything less. With his nature, he could not form bonds beyond friendship, and even that was hard at times. "Friends" usually couldn't understand why he got needy at irregular intervals. A tiny part of him had wanted to believe that Harry, with all his power and his overwhelming presence, was different. That the fellow student could actually care about Blaise. To now have proof was ... overwhelming.