It was pretty much forbidden for the children Lowell to go into the parents Lowell bathroom. Jackson had done so on scant few occasions, and only then when it was really necessary. “I somehow think that if it comes down to a decent sized mirror or your bladder releasing itself prematurely, you’re going to go to the bathroom downstairs in spite of the mirror.” At least, that was what he really hoped. Blake was an odd creature, though. Jackson had learned how to accept Blake’s varied oddities… for the most part. “And yes, that’s what depends are.” He’d almost be sad about his grandfather needing that kind of protection for his incontinence. But that required Jackson carrying more about his grandfather than he did. The other grandfather, the one who wasn’t a horrible ‘you’re not an elemental so you’re beneath me’ bigot? He’d be sad about that.
“Relax, Blakey,” Jack said reassuringly. “You think you’re the only one who went through childhood with some embarrassing nickname? You’re not. It’s what moms do, I guess. And, for the record, you’ve since understood the importance of clothes… for which I am thankful.”
He never expressed those exact words, though he might as well have given the way that his vision seemed to be almost entirely revolving around a girl that just wasn’t worth the time that his brother devoted to her. “No, you didn’t. What I mean is that you’re moving out of her orbit. As for the being there for you thing, that’s just second nature. If I didn’t want to hang out with you, I wouldn’t. I think you know me better than to assume that I would do something that I didn’t want to do…”