Similar to Jayden, Blake wants to avoid those clouds if he can help it. "Think that's called emo," he jokes, knowing full well that he represented little more than a picture of depression — a thoughtless and hope-starved pit of his own.

He hadn't paraded himself around town after receiving his haircut, much more concerned about teasing than compliments, especially with those lasting scars marring what has otherwise been described as an okay looking mug. "Feels kinda nice someone noticed, thanks," he adds after a short pause. The pique in his skin always tinges high on his cheeks and the tips of his ears and it's not missing here, even as he swipes at his face to fruitlessly avoid the consequences.

"Thought I'd see if I could score myself a nice dinner over it." The tentative approach may not suit Blake, but it's better than outright spilling his thoughts on the matter.