'What the hell happened in those godforsaken thirty minutes for his favorability to spike like that?'
[ Dear Host, you have exited negative status. Your survival probability has increased. ]
Now, reading that made him want to get his eyes checked.
"Um, did I talk in my sleep or something?"
"No."
Blake let out a long, exhausted sigh and pushed himself upright, a dull heaviness still clinging to his limbs.
"Let's just play."
Being drugged wasn't funny, of course... not even a little. It obviously sat wrong in his chest. How was he supposed to trust Myles after that?
Not that he ever really did, to be fair.
'Doesn't look like he touched me… but who knows at this point. Still, what would even be the point of touching my body. I would understand if he did that to steal anything, really.'
Not that it was justifiable, of course. Still, there was now a hierarchy in crimes in Blake's head. One with absolutely no standards and expectations.
