#Chapter145
/"Patch his absolute favourite stuffie, Isaac./" The way Blake said it, there was warning layered within his words, as though warning Isaac to laugh. I didn't think he would. A deep frown had taken hold of his face and he suddenly seemed tormented by his own thoughts. /"Feel very honoured that he extended that offer./"
/"Thanks. Ozzy, but I think I'll be fine. I'm just gonna step outside for some air./"
He bolted towards the door, almost tripping. Oz looked concerned, ready to scamper after him, but Blake shook his head.
/"Let him have a breather, baby boy,/" Blake muttered to him. Oz looked torn, but nodded.
/"I'll go and check on him,/" I said, pushing to my feet.
