I know. [he rests his temple against Yzak's, a chuckle in his breath.] I'm not worried a bit.
[why should he? Yzak's done nothing but look after him so well all this time; even without reading that mind next to him, Blue knows he can trust him.]
[ Yzak lets out one of those soft grumbles in his throat that is clearly fond.
And even if that nuance wasn't easily picked up on, the way he lets his own head rest against Blue's would make up for it.
The laugh in Blue's tone, the mirth in his expression, they allow Yzak to calm since it means he's feeling less rattled than he was just earlier from whatever plagued his dreams. ]
Good to see you're amused, now, instead of upset.
[ The slight edge of sarcasm disappears when he finishes saying that, putting that relieved feeling into words as best he can manage. ]
[after a gentle, affirmative sound:] Because of you. Thank you...for helping ground me. [he seeks out one of his hands to thread fingers through with his own.] I'd be lost otherwise.
... I know how it is, so it's no problem. Lucky, that I wasn't busy or away, tonight!
[ Blue says that outloud, and when those fingers lace between his, Yzak hears his voice echo in his mind, memory of his words from earlier; you should bind them together. So neither gets lost.
He looks down at their hands thoughtfully. Jeez, what a sappy thing to recall at a moment like this. He feels himself go redder, because even with Blue's psionics down and him unable to read the thought, which would have saved Yzak from the embarrassment, he still essentially causes it for himself anyway. ]
[Blue can't help but smile, but for Yzak's sake, he closes his eyes, feigning a bit of ignorance just to relish the moment. there's things to be said about this, about him, but it has to wait. wait until they're a bit safer, removed from the hazards of this planet.
all the same, he squeezes at Yzak's hand - a silent declaration of those things unsaid.]
[ He'll be more at ease, too, once they're out of here. If mainly for Blue's sake - it's as he said earlier, sure this place is affecting him as it is everyone, it kind of sucks! But for Blue to be so constantly in it when his psionics are working ... he can only imagine how much more of a weight it feels like. One that Yzak himself can only do so much for - if he's here and not underground working with the army in the first place.
He sends a side glance to Blue when he feels that squeeze to his hand. ]
I hope the tea helped, too...! Was that blend to your liking?
It was nice. [the contented smile remains.] This...is nice. Despite the quiet. [he may not feel a hundred percent himself in such a state, but he does feel safe with Yzak on alert.]
I'll see if I can get some more, before we leave this place. Since the plants it was made from aren't anything I've ever heard of before! But it is pretty good.
If I can't, I at least have similar blends back on the station.
[ He doesn't move - if anything, he can at most, perhaps briefly nod off like this, if he gets too comfortable. But in the meantime, he can't help but agree, this is nice. ]
And it's not so much the fact that what you can feel here is so strongly negative that it can cause you such turmoil even in your sleep, but rather that even being free of that temporarily ... is its own form of turmoil in itself. Is that right?
[ So while Yzak assumes Blue would rather not have to deal with losing his sense at all, even briefly, both situations right now seem to have their pros and cons, given what kind of place they're in. ]
[ He's fussed on behalf of Blue ... and partially because there's that tiny niggling in the back of his mind that he can't do much about it.
As if to rail against that, he gives a small, assuring press of his head against Blue's, getting a little more comfortable against him in the process. ]
[Blue shifts to sit up a little better, to make some effort to be more comfortable to relax against. he knows it's not really a battle he can win; he's too slender and bony to be anything cozy, but he can try anyway. he likes having Yzak near him, having the scent of his hair so close.
murmured against said hair:] Get some rest, Yzak. That's preparedness, too...
[gently, amused:] I know you do. But...saying so...reminds you that I'm concerned about you.
[and he can leave it at that, letting Yzak doze, gently stroking at his hand with his thumb and just soaking in the relative quiet of this little space together, trying to imagine the way Yzak's presence would color the room were he to be able to perceive it.
he closes his eyes, letting a small bit of satisfaction settle in, mingled with the scent of that hair as he, too, dozes off in the low light.]
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[why should he? Yzak's done nothing but look after him so well all this time; even without reading that mind next to him, Blue knows he can trust him.]
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And even if that nuance wasn't easily picked up on, the way he lets his own head rest against Blue's would make up for it.
The laugh in Blue's tone, the mirth in his expression, they allow Yzak to calm since it means he's feeling less rattled than he was just earlier from whatever plagued his dreams. ]
Good to see you're amused, now, instead of upset.
[ The slight edge of sarcasm disappears when he finishes saying that, putting that relieved feeling into words as best he can manage. ]
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[ Blue says that outloud, and when those fingers lace between his, Yzak hears his voice echo in his mind, memory of his words from earlier; you should bind them together. So neither gets lost.
He looks down at their hands thoughtfully. Jeez, what a sappy thing to recall at a moment like this. He feels himself go redder, because even with Blue's psionics down and him unable to read the thought, which would have saved Yzak from the embarrassment, he still essentially causes it for himself anyway. ]
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all the same, he squeezes at Yzak's hand - a silent declaration of those things unsaid.]
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He sends a side glance to Blue when he feels that squeeze to his hand. ]
I hope the tea helped, too...! Was that blend to your liking?
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If I can't, I at least have similar blends back on the station.
[ He doesn't move - if anything, he can at most, perhaps briefly nod off like this, if he gets too comfortable. But in the meantime, he can't help but agree, this is nice. ]
And it's not so much the fact that what you can feel here is so strongly negative that it can cause you such turmoil even in your sleep, but rather that even being free of that temporarily ... is its own form of turmoil in itself. Is that right?
[ So while Yzak assumes Blue would rather not have to deal with losing his sense at all, even briefly, both situations right now seem to have their pros and cons, given what kind of place they're in. ]
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That's right. Having too much...having none at all... Both extremes feel wrong.
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[ He's fussed on behalf of Blue ... and partially because there's that tiny niggling in the back of his mind that he can't do much about it.
As if to rail against that, he gives a small, assuring press of his head against Blue's, getting a little more comfortable against him in the process. ]
At least nice isn't bad.
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murmured against said hair:] Get some rest, Yzak. That's preparedness, too...
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And truth be told, he feels Blue shift a little, so for the most part he's still leaning more against the back wall than Blue himself.
This will become apparent when Yzak actually does start to doze off and that weight shifts more against him.
Sorry Blue!!!! ]
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[and he can leave it at that, letting Yzak doze, gently stroking at his hand with his thumb and just soaking in the relative quiet of this little space together, trying to imagine the way Yzak's presence would color the room were he to be able to perceive it.
he closes his eyes, letting a small bit of satisfaction settle in, mingled with the scent of that hair as he, too, dozes off in the low light.]