The guys said they would draw the line when Jamie started showing up to their practices. Blake didn’t like the way the implied threat lingered in the ensuing silence. It made his chest ache, and something about the implied violence set him on edge and made him nervous.
“Don't be stupid,” said Blake, looking around the dugout. “It's not like he's doing any harm.”
Max scowled at him. “Sticking up for the fudgepacker, Blake. Do you want to skip practice to go hang with your boyfriend?”