[ Maybe not ... and Yzak tries not to let those worries seep into his heart in excess. Because it would push out the much more important things that reside there. And, he thinks, it'd be insulting to Blue and his feelings if he kept questioning things like that. He'd be insulted himself! Because it's simple enough in his own mind! He's in love, and that's that, no doubts or anything Blue could or couldn't provide doesn't matter so long as those feelings are there. ]

It probably would piss me off endlessly. [ He can concede that much. ] But ... it's not as though you have solutions to every thought of mine. [ His voice grows softer. ] And I've never forgotten what you once said. That whatever resides within me, regardless of if you can do anything for it, you still want to know and share it so I don't carry it alone.

... I want to do the same for you.

[ It's not just the way he can see his spine so much clearer than he recently could, but everything else as well. The sharpness of his shoulderblades and the bones of his hips beneath the water. The outline of his ribs when he turns this way or that... and the scarring from Badrock.

He carefully works over his skin with the cloth, as though pressing too hard might break him, but by now Yzak's grown accustomed to Blue's body and what those limits are. He focuses on the task meticulously as he speaks, eventually slowing and gently pressing his other hand against the skin of his back when he shivers. ]