[that harrumph of a remark, softened by the tone it's spoken in, pulls at Blue's heart - tickles him, even; he can't help but smile, some of the weight of his worry alleviating because of it.
he breathes out a gentle laugh, some of those worries going with it, and holds him a little tighter for a few beats, after which he relaxes and moves back so he can smile eye-to-eye with Yzak, grateful and affectionate.]
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he breathes out a gentle laugh, some of those worries going with it, and holds him a little tighter for a few beats, after which he relaxes and moves back so he can smile eye-to-eye with Yzak, grateful and affectionate.]
Thank you. Yzak. [he kisses him.] Thank you. [and again.]