"Ouch harsh much?" Blake asked arching his eyebrows but smiling all the while. Blake didn't mind being predictable or even having far fetched dreams, at least he had some pretty awesome dreams to distract him from reality from time to time.
"Yeah." Considering two people could be dead, it was good, but it wasn't good that one had died at all. Especially one that Jack clearly cared about. Beyond all of that, it hit a little too close to home for Blake to feel entirely comfortable about. Vol had met the fate they were all hoping Myra wouldn't.
House was beyond crowded, now with the boys all doubling up in rooms. Myra was lucky she was a girl, she was lucky she didn't have to share that nice bedroom of hers. "I know, but a boy can dream right? Actually, I don't think I would want her to do that. It would kind of suck without her around." And by kind of he meant entirely. He wouldn't know what to do if he was the only kid in the house. Probably invite his friends over all the time so he wouldn't be so lonely. That or start hanging out at U of M all the time.
Blake nodded. "I kind of figured. It's cool. I mean, not that you need my permission. You should go and see him." Blake wasn't some little kid anymore, and he wasn't going to tote around just because he didn't want to be by himself for a day.
"He's doing good." The mention of Rhys brought a smile to his face, it didn't last long, but it was still there. "His mom's all freaking out about it though and he's been spending a lot of time with his girlfriend." He shrugged. "But that's not what I meant. Just don't say I told you so okay?"