well, Blake had been kicked out of the house — again — by his mother. what could he say? He was a musician who hadn't even finished high school yet, that was her argument, so he couldn't really refute that.

and guess what his first thought was? The most sensible and precise decision: to go to your home... the boy was at his door, with a backpack and a skateboard, and nothing else but a black zip-up jacket for the unbearable cold of the night. it was freezing, so cold that the doorknob of his door had frozen!

despite the situation, the dark-haired man maintained his usual neutral and irresponsible expression, completely shameless as he rubbed his arms in a failed attempt to warm himself while waiting for his girlfriend to come to his rescue.