#Chapter42
Blake looked surprised to see me when he opened the door. He had clearly been asleep, hair a mess and wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. Nothing at all like the pink unicorn ones that Deacon had.
/"Eyes?/" He regarded me for a long while before he stepped aside, letting me in. /"Oz is asleep so keep it quiet./"
His tone was flat and empty, withholding the usual warmth. Couldn't really say that I blamed him there. His face looked better. Kinda. The split to his lip was just a thin gash now, but his eye still looked swollen and painful.
/"Does Oz have any of those lollies I bought him left?/" I asked Blake as I kicked my shoes off at the door. Oz was a maniac for sweet stuff. I had bought him a massive tub of fruit assorted lollies as a housewarming gift to try and make up for being an asshole. He had loved them so I had bought him another tub for Christmas last month.
