When she could stay in bed no longer, she quietly made her way into the bathroom, hoping Draco wouldn't wake up. She wasn't sure she had it in her to have another argument with the man. Whatever it was that was happening between them made less and less sense as their time together wore on. She knew she couldn't trust him. Not really. How could she expect anything to happen of any value between them if she couldn't trust him not to betray her again? If the world was different and she didn't have her husband and he wasn't actively working with the same man who fucked her mind up so thoroughly, maybe there could've been something real between them, but they were both just fooling themselves. Allowing his flat to be a refuge from the outside world only created a bubble of denial they could hide in. They weren't facing reality.