Blair understood enough of the strained dynamic between Chuck and his father to feel a wave of sympathy for the stilted one-sided conversation she couldn’t help from overhearing. She pretended to busy herself with the water, with righting her torn dress, with anything other than Chuck’s phone call. Her little pretence of obliviousness didn’t last long. Frightening words began to leave Chuck’s mouth, unpleasant words like quarantine and leaving the city. Her pantomime forgotten, Blair simply stood still and regarded Chuck with wide eyes, wishing she could hear the other side of the conversation. If possible, Chuck’s unexpected declaration of love at the end of the call was the most worrying thing of all. How bad did things have to be before Chuck Bass demonstrated emotional intimacy?
“Chuck?” she asked tentatively the moment he disconnected the call, her voice almost timid in the sudden silence of the kitchen.
His response was slightly reassuring; the promise of a car was the first good news she’d heard all night. But she could tell the conversation hadn't allayed Chuck's fears, despite the the guarantee of a ride and a safehouse in the form of the Palace. And if Bart Bass wasn’t in perfect control of the situation then Blair hated to think how the rest of New York was faring.
“But what did Bart say? What’s causing those… things to attack people?” she asked quickly, demanding answers even as he bent over his phone to text their friends.