"Didn't expect you to suggest that." Blake raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "What, you don't want to end up watching a weird movie again?"
Without waiting for an answer, Blake immediately headed for Myles' bedroom, backpack in hand.
He still had a few clothes he could hang outside to air out. Luckily, he'd packed everything neatly.
"To digest," Myles replied. "And get some fresh air."
Blake chuckled as he pulled a pair of flared jeans and a white shirt from his backpack.
It was still a little hot outside despite the evening hour, but he didn't really have a choice.
The bruises on his arms had faded into that ugly yellow stage right before disappearing completely. They weren't painful anymore, but they were still visible enough to raise questions.
Questions he absolutely did not want Myles asking.
With the clothes gathered in his arms, Blake headed into the bathroom first while Myles stayed behind in the bedroom to change.
