[Blue only needs to adjust a little, shifting the way he's sat to keep his leg from falling asleep as Finn lays his head down. he rests one hand on his shoulder while the other gently strokes at his hair in a slow, soothing rhythm.]
Back on the Shangri-La... She'd do this for me. Physis. She'd rest my head in her lap...and do just this while Alfred plucked away on his lyre.
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Back on the Shangri-La... She'd do this for me. Physis. She'd rest my head in her lap...and do just this while Alfred plucked away on his lyre.