Blayne was not stressed about what The Kid thought he was stressed about.

Had gotten rid of plenty bodies in the past. He and Danny had been through some dark times to put it light.

What stressed him was an argument with Danny. The Kid hadn't noticed yet. That Danny and Blayne disagreed on something keystone.

"We need to get rid of him."

"Why the fuck did we even involve him then? Were you planning this the whole time?"

"We had no choice at the time. Couldn't do it with just you and me. Needed the kid and his car."

These discussions never happened around The Kid. Happened only in the most private of recesses. Away from all of their devices. No phones. No computers. Not even the 

Prince of Mordor

could spy on them. Only animals could hear them. Animals that didn't care whether they killed one extra person.

"You think you can trust the kid?"

"I don't know. I don't care. we're not doing this."

"Think about it. That's all I'm saying, Blayne boy."

He was losing sleep over this. Noticed that his piss was more strong smelling. Like he was leaching out his electrolytes. Whenever he was at the hotel he tried to not let the kid know how stressed he was. Knowing Danny, he would be making a move of his own. When he did, if he got in the way, then Danny would have no qualms deciding that Blayne had to go too.