Oh no, he'd really stepped in it now. That hint of jealousy dissipated at the apology in Draco's expression. That uncertainty. He was all too familiar with it. "No, I do want to meet him. I just-- I never thought you'd--" He chewed the inside of his lip anxiously; he'd never actually said it out loud to anyone before, but it seemed the only way to steer this back on track. "I'm gay. I always thought that if you knew that, you would--"

Well, he knew he wouldn't be disowned over it, he was only that catastrophic on his worst days, but he'd expected at least disappointment. "I thought you wouldn't approve."