[reality is different than an idealized dream: Blue's been thinning as time's gone on in Ximilia, so Yzak doesn't have to work at all to find his fingers grazing over impression of bone - especially the spine. when he does, that does elicit a little sound out of Blue, compels him to sit up a little straighter for a beat as the tingle passes up and down. this brings him closer, a little taller, prompting a parting of their mouths - good timing, because he needed a breath anyway.
softly, with a heavy-lidded gaze:] You feel...better than a dream, Yzak. [he combs his fingers through some of his hair.]
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softly, with a heavy-lidded gaze:] You feel...better than a dream, Yzak. [he combs his fingers through some of his hair.]