[ He crosses his arms, thoughtful as he takes a couple of steps toward Blue. At least... talking about it like this is a little easier. ]

You have a point there.

[ About that first thing. Hearing Blue talk about if it were himself alone ... this urge he feels trigger inside to not want to let him be alone in any capacity makes him glad he isn't, either.

He frowns when Blue says that second thing, though. Sure, he couldn't help but be concerned at that weak form of his... the one he's gazing at now, just as attracted to it - to him, as he was in the dream. And then his voice dips the tiniest bit, a bit sheepish. ]

I'm pretty sure I didn't have a dream like that ... because I care about what your body looks like.