[Blue doesn't stop him. distance...weird as it seems to him, can help, especially when it comes to matters of disentangling one's feelings that were so tightly woven together with someone else's in such a strong way. such a...visceral way, even; Yzak's not the only one left bodily wanting, after all.
the Mu sits up slowly, taking account for the regular discomforts ever-present on top of this residual feeling. it's...stronger than it was when embracing Jim, when dozing with Finn... the connections bodies make are more complex and layered than he'd have given them credit for; he's more conditioned by the sterile, edgeless society he was born into and ultimately cast from than he is consciously aware of. people...really gave this kind of raw connection up...?
again, he asks himself: should he apologize? does he want to? does he regret...?
...no. no, he doesn't regret it. not right now. not unless...he's really hurt Yzak irrecoverably. right now, the buzz and fluster from the washroom is...it's concerning, yes, but...did he hurt him?
slowly, he turns to sit up, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, grimacing with a jolt of discomfort - new discomfort. it's as if...Yzak hadn't finished him off at all... that tensed-up feeling is terrible, but he bears it while changing into dayclothes - not the skirt, not the blouse. it'd be too heavy a hit, he thinks, given the way Yzak had dreamed him up.]
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the Mu sits up slowly, taking account for the regular discomforts ever-present on top of this residual feeling. it's...stronger than it was when embracing Jim, when dozing with Finn... the connections bodies make are more complex and layered than he'd have given them credit for; he's more conditioned by the sterile, edgeless society he was born into and ultimately cast from than he is consciously aware of. people...really gave this kind of raw connection up...?
again, he asks himself: should he apologize? does he want to? does he regret...?
...no. no, he doesn't regret it. not right now. not unless...he's really hurt Yzak irrecoverably. right now, the buzz and fluster from the washroom is...it's concerning, yes, but...did he hurt him?
slowly, he turns to sit up, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, grimacing with a jolt of discomfort - new discomfort. it's as if...Yzak hadn't finished him off at all... that tensed-up feeling is terrible, but he bears it while changing into dayclothes - not the skirt, not the blouse. it'd be too heavy a hit, he thinks, given the way Yzak had dreamed him up.]