<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Whatever path Blue had been on, Eivind managed to distracted him from it. His question's had been simple and direct, and his leaning out of Blue's hands clear, but not abrupt. He didn't take away Blue's ability to touch him completely, but his lover let his hands fall away before snatching them back completely. Blue was apologizing next, turning away from him, and Eivind relaxed his body enough to sit with his legs folded beneath him, rather than upright, and on his knees. His brows knitted together, still trying to figure it all out. Blue was all over the place, and so for a time he said nothing at all, waiting to see what sort of reaction he'd get next. <br/>
<br/>
When Blue turned back around to face him he was reiterating how different Eivind looked. He wished that he could feel like he did, as a wolf. It was a sad realization that Blue wasn't in tune with him as much as he'd thought. Of course it wasn't possible for a human, and Eivind wondered what it would be like to feel as Blue did. Sight was important. So was his hearing. Touch, he thought as well. Perhaps taste and smell were not so decipherable for Blue, and he'd need to remember that. <br/>
<br/>
Eivind smiled weakly when Blue admitted it wasn't bad; his face anyway. Blue just wanted the comfort that he'd come to understand. Perhaps the comfort that he'd come to rely on, and Eivind understood a little bit more with Blue explaining himself he'd gone wrong changing something with so little warning. Blue wasn't adaptable to change with certain variables. Eivind needed to be his constant. Blue admitted he'd been wrong for whatever it was he'd been doing, but Eivind didn't seem bothered. His lover knelt in front of him, and wrapped his arms around him. It was a solemn thought to hear Blue admit that he wasn't as well as he'd originally thought. Eivind didn't know exactly how he could help him, but he knew he could do nothing if Blue was shutting him off. Blue kissed him softly, then pulled away to look at him. Eivind looked back now, not averting his gaze any longer. <br/>
<br/>
Blue asked for be held and that was an easy request for Eivind to fulfill. He'd wanted to do that from the beginning, right after he'd heard Blue scream in fright. His arms wrapped around Blue and pulled him in close. His lover exposed his throat and Eivind pressed gentle kisses to it. If Blue was asking forgiveness, it wasn't necessary. Eivind didn't feel as if there was anything he needed to be forgiven over. <br/>
<br/>
“It's still me,” Eivind told him, taking his hands not to where he was different, but to places he was the same. He ran callused palms over Blue's fingertips, something that hadn't changed, but was distinct enough that he could differentiate just by a feel. Eivind might have thought to buff the calluses away, so that his skin was smoother. More worthy of touching Blue's skin. He wouldn't now. He realized his hands were distinct to him, and there were other things as well. Other flaws that Blue could find in the dark. He guided Blue's hand to a scar on his hip bone, and then another deeper one along his back. There were plenty of others. If Blue connected them with his fingers, they'd look like a road map. Their sense of touch was the same. Common ground between them.<br/>
<br/>
“You're safe, Blue. I know it's going to take a long time for you to realize that, but I'm going to show you.”</span></span>