Draco’s shoulders slump. He rubs at an eye, sighing into his wrist. "It was a huge mistake, sleeping with him. He’s such a—Merlin, but it was good. It was so good. And he’s—he’s so..." He bites his lip. "I hate how much I still need him. I loathe it." He waves a hand, close to his chest where it hurts, and he says, "He makes me feel—"