"Something mam said," Kermit said, not at all impacted by Blaise's tone because his body language was saying different. He'd sat close and hadn't moved away, so there it was. "That's all," he said, then shrugged. "Mams are like that, aren't they? They prod at things you're fine with and they make you sad."
He wiped his eyes, gave a final sniff, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Blaisey."
No, it wasn't like him to be sad for long. Not if he could ever help it. But a disapproving word from either parent did bring his sister back a bit. She'd given him the confidence to be who he was, but she had also told him that what he was wouldn't ever be right for what he wanted to be. And when his parents echoed that kind of thing, just a tut was too much. Not that he ever allowed himself to hear from his father, but there it was.
And he didn't need to be sad now. Because Blaise had looked at him as though he were insane. And the only reason he'd think Kermit insane would be if this idea of him being stupid and annoying had never occurred to him.
He gave a smile and shrugged his shoulders the slightest bit, still somewhat watery, but feeling better for the reassurance. Because whether his mother would accept it or not, it was reassurance, coming from Blaise. It was what he was like. It was why Kermit had discovered he loved him.