[Blue hums a faint, amused note, going quiet for a moment to just...be. the storm in him...the storm in Yzak...they're uniquely their own, but still much alike in a consoling way.]

It would be nice... Either way... I realized...this pain... It's not a punishment. [he opens his eyes, trying to perceive some of Yzak without moving much. he brings his hands up and rests them on Yzak's wrists.]

It's...part of this. Fighting and clawing and scraping...for the chance to have quiet, good moments... It's...human, isn't it. Everyone's fighting...for their own happiness, too...

So no matter how frustrating...how infuriating it is... It's proof of living...

[amused:] Bitter consolation, hmh...?