As for Myles' wishes, the plans Blake had in mind for everyone would have to be put on hold until school was over.
There was no way around it.
Blake sighed, scratching the back of his head as he looked around his room.
After another two days at the base, he was finally back home.
With Myles, of course.
And apparently, he had decided that Blake's recovery period (which was almost over) also meant he wasn't allowed to do practically anything.
Cooking? It had to be done by Myles.
Cleaning? Also by Myles.
Laundry? Of course Myles.
Anything that involved carrying something remotely heavy? Absolutely Myles!
At this point, Blake was starting to suspect that if he so much as looked at a broom for too long, Myles would confiscate it.
It was evening now. They had already eaten dinner, and Myles was still finishing up the dishes in the kitchen.
Blake, meanwhile, was sitting on the floor near the television, organizing the collection of video games.
