[ 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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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.]