Though Patrick was clearly about seven years his senior, he was four or five inches shorter at least. Blake was usually a better judge of height than that...but he was rather distracted by the infant in his arms. Generally speaking Blake wasn't the type to disagree with people older than him, however, in this case Patrick was no higher up than he was. He was older, with more experience in this department, but at the end of the day they both answered to the same man.

"One way or another the course of time has already been altered. We can't very well leave him over there to scream. The least we can do is try to keep the child calm." Blake insisted, still patting the baby's back. Why, exactly, was everyone so scared of an infant? Even if it is Lord Voldemort or something he's not evil yet. He's a baby, and even the dark lord deserves to have someone hold him after appearing in a strange, dark room. None of this was his fault. And keeping the baby from screaming can't screw things up too much more...unless the parents of this child have a strict no holding rule. "So long as we keep him calm and in one place he can't hurt anything. But we're going to have to do something about him. We can't just leave the baby in the corner to starve and cry, and we can't send him anywhere until we know where he goes. So I'll keep an eye on him until we know what to do...unless Hunter has someone else in mind to be care taker?" Blake turned to the man in question as he spoke his name.