Grayson’s arm stretched along the back of the booth, ankle hooked over his knee like this is no big deal actually listening as Anthony talks. “Yeah, okay,” he nods processing. “That’s… big. So this is actually real-real now. It isn't just one of those ‘we should totally do that someday’ conversations we always have?” He nods again, impressed now. “Of course, you’ve got all the details figured out. Let me guess: color-coded spreadsheets? Contingency plans? Emergency backup for the emergency backup?” He gives a quick grin before letting his voice go quieter and more honest. “That’s good, Anthony. Great for you guys, actually. Seriously. I mean it.” He leans forward a little now, elbows on the table. “yeah, I’ve been at the brewery for a bit now. I like it enough. It works. But…” he shrugs one shoulder, casual but not dismissive. “I don’t know. I’ve never really done the whole long-term thing with anything. So the idea of signing onto something that’s actually permanent? That’s new territory.” Grayson let a small breath out through his nose. Stacking the coffee creamers that were conveniently placed at his side to keep his hands busy. “Okay. I’m not saying no,” he adds quickly. “Just are you sure you me in it?” He meets Anthony’s eyes for a second, thinking. The question was more reassurance for the youngest Blake. His own issues with committing wasn't anything new to the siblings. It was sort of the unspoken truth. “But if you’re asking whether I want to be part of something that has ‘Blake’ on it and doesn’t involve trauma or disaster? Yeah. That’s tempting.” He leans back again, crooked smile returning. “Also, if we’re being honest, I think I’d look good standing in front of a shop we own. It feels ‘reformed delinquent but make it entrepreneurial.’”
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