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...