As Blake's mind processed what Lily was telling him, he felt a part of himself crumple. He'd prepared himself to accept that Josh was connected to the Death Eaters, but from what he'd gathered of his father led him to hope that perhaps this was something that had existed in his past, a long time ago. The secrecy of his whereabouts, and the way he blended in with muggles extremely well for a wizard of pureblood all seemed to point to this. Yet clearly, it was not a part of his past at all.
Blake was speechless, confused, hurt, and angry, with a number of other emotions coursing through him. And a particular one he wanted to deny most of all. I don't love him... I'm just concerned, Blake repeated, trying to reassure himself. How could Josh have kept this from him? He had ignorantly been willing to accept that Josh might simply be hiding this because he was ashamed, and never contemplated that there could be another reason why he had been left in the dark. He doesn't trust me.
Lily's hand felt like ice on his burning cheek. When tears threatened to boil over, Blake quickly turned away from her. He didn't want her to see him cry, it was stupid. To think that he mattered that much to Josh that he would have shared this with him, and to have allowed himself to believe that there was at least one living person he could trust as a parent.
"Thanks Lily," Blake said in a rush. "I'm sorry, but I should go-" His voice broke, betraying him, and it was not long before he felt cold tears stream down his face.