"And? Am I fit and healthy, ready to rule the world?" He asked sarcastically, though his tone was lighter than it had been thus far, despite the messages he was exchanging with his mother. It was weird for her to stop replying, but he didn't think anything of it. "If it ever comes up again," he said as if that was highly unlikely, "then I'll let you know."
Blaise tucked his quill inside the journal and closed it, placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh? Are things set up for your private practice then?" Blaise's head tilted to the side and he shifted so that they were closer and his hand unintentionally brushed over Theodore's forearm - just as he heard something, or someone.