[ The big question here is: how much spaghetti has been spilled between the time of Blue tells Yzak he would like to stay with him and right now? A general ballpark of "a lot" would be a correct assumption to make, because of all of the in-between filler.
Flustered "y-you're sure!?"s and concerned asks of if it was okay now when he's got to get so much more rest and spend so much more time in the infirmary, it's fine if they put it off until next downtime. (all with the buzzing beneath him that Blue could feel of an elated, nervous excitement of oh shit oh fuck oh god he wants this, this is BIG and IMPORTANT with those familiar fluttery feelings that he's gotten at any other similar point in their relationship - where it feels like it's morphing into something even more beautiful yet still retaining all the beauty that began it) And then came the absolutely unnecessary urge to ensure his room and how he took care of it was WORTHY of BLUE (Yzak he's there all the time anyway), but when you're someone who's always strived to look presentable, that just kind of kicks in automatically.
From things like meticulously moving things around to make room (unless they just straight up move to a two-person-room and throw out one of the beds because we do what we want), ensuring that everything feels right and in place and then the actual moving of shit (which let's be real, Yzak's doing all of that because what can Blue lift right now when he can barely keep his own head up smh), it's a process! A process full of that constant, excited buzz, lots of idiotic but probably accidentally endearingly awkward blushing and a whole lot of determination and Coordinator energy to actually work.
Lucky for Blue - and something he's more than aware of by now - is that he inadvertently inherits lots of soft, comfortable plush pillows because Yzak likes that particular sort of coziness himself.
Feeling yet another soft thump in his heart at my Yzak, he sits at the edge of the bed after the last of the adjustments. (which is probably the wind chime, done with that same fussiness of PLACEMENT and where Blue prefers as the first time) ]
Really. [ His expression softens as he looks at him, the change clearly affecting Yzak too. Even though his heart was always fully in this, the way Blue sinks into the pillows is similar to the way that his being more deeply sinks into Yzak's heart now. ]
Good. [ There's an earnest relief in his voice when he speaks that. ]
S O M F T
Flustered "y-you're sure!?"s and concerned asks of if it was okay now when he's got to get so much more rest and spend so much more time in the infirmary, it's fine if they put it off until next downtime. (all with the buzzing beneath him that Blue could feel of an elated, nervous excitement of oh shit oh fuck oh god he wants this, this is BIG and IMPORTANT with those familiar fluttery feelings that he's gotten at any other similar point in their relationship - where it feels like it's morphing into something even more beautiful yet still retaining all the beauty that began it) And then came the absolutely unnecessary urge to ensure his room and how he took care of it was WORTHY of BLUE (Yzak he's there all the time anyway), but when you're someone who's always strived to look presentable, that just kind of kicks in automatically.
From things like meticulously moving things around to make room (unless they just straight up move to a two-person-room and throw out one of the beds because we do what we want), ensuring that everything feels right and in place and then the actual moving of shit (which let's be real, Yzak's doing all of that because what can Blue lift right now when he can barely keep his own head up smh), it's a process! A process full of that constant, excited buzz, lots of idiotic but probably accidentally endearingly awkward blushing and a whole lot of determination and Coordinator energy to actually work.
Lucky for Blue - and something he's more than aware of by now - is that he inadvertently inherits lots of soft, comfortable plush pillows because Yzak likes that particular sort of coziness himself.
Feeling yet another soft thump in his heart at my Yzak, he sits at the edge of the bed after the last of the adjustments. (which is probably the wind chime, done with that same fussiness of PLACEMENT and where Blue prefers as the first time) ]
Really. [ His expression softens as he looks at him, the change clearly affecting Yzak too. Even though his heart was always fully in this, the way Blue sinks into the pillows is similar to the way that his being more deeply sinks into Yzak's heart now. ]
Good. [ There's an earnest relief in his voice when he speaks that. ]