Blaise stared somewhat blankly for a moment as memories of his own mother spooled through his head. Discomforting at best, needless to say. He had a very dysfunctional relationship with her. "I wouldn't know what a normal mother does," he said after a moment.
Gods knew he'd attempted to, in a roundabout way, to explain about his own mother. Without admitting she literally got away with murder. But it never seemed to make a dent and he supposed that was natural. Most people wouldn't believe people could actually act like that.
"Why would you let her get you all worked up, anyway?" He asked, curious. Blaise very rarely she'd a tear and certainly never over his mother, and he knew it was odd but he was trying to understand albeit in the way of his reporter training - by asking questions.