<i>"Come here."</i><br/><br/>The command was simple yet unwavering, a steady line tossed out to Blue to direct him back to Eivind, the man at the center of Blue's hurricane of emotions and the one calm space among the storm. Blue still hesitated, however, unsure of whether returning to Eivind was such a good idea after the inexplicable way he had thrown himself at him, aching for their lips to touch and his hands to grace the subtle, masculine beauty that was Eivind's body. Perhaps sensing Blue's reluctance, Eivind continued speaking, reassuring Blue that he wasn't going to do anything untoward, and that he wasn't going to let Blue act out whatever hazy instinct caused him to latch onto Eivind's shoulders. "You're right, I have no idea why I did that," Blue replied slowly, knowing that his answer was only half true. Blue didn't understand the ins and outs of this "mated pair" thing Eivind spoke of, but he knew that he had been drawn to Eivind since the moment they had met, despite every part of his brain telling him that to be drawn to a werewolf was dangerous at best and a death sentence at worst.<br/><br/>After taking a few moments to catch his breath and wipe away the remaining tears, Blue turned toward Eivind and reached for him, allowing the older male to gingerly pull him down onto the bed. Strong, lean arms wrapped around Blue's shoulders and led him down into Eivind's lap, where Blue rested his aching head, the rest of his long, lanky body stretched out along the white sheets. He listened silently as Eivind continued to speak, bemoaning his decision to tell Blue everything. "No, no, I didn't want to do that anymore," Blue protested, shaking his head against Eivind's thigh. "I hated it, not knowing. Do you understand how frustrating it is feeling like everyone else knows a secret you're not privy to? Not knowing day to day, hour to hour, what's going to happen to you? None of this still makes much sense, but at least everything you did has context now. Everything is new to you too, right? Mistakes are bound to be made, I guess."<br/><br/>Blue frowned slightly as he considered Eivind's explanation. Part of him wanted to take Eivind's reasoning at face value, but a nagging voice in the back of his mind couldn't stop whispering that the wolf's words were, to some degree, bullshit. "If you were waiting to get to know me better, you'd never would have told me anything," Blue claimed, removing himself from Eivind's lap and looking into his dark eyes with heavy, furrowed brows. "You've never once asked me anything about myself. You didn't even ask me my name. If it weren't for Synnove, you'd probably still just be thinking of me as the half dead boy you found in the cabin." He shook his head, feeling tinges of annoyance creep up along his arms. He wanted to be understanding, as Eivind had spent almost all of their time together just trying to keep Blue safe and alive, but there had been moments of silence as well, pauses where Eivind could have asked a question, gently searched for information, encouraged Blue to tell him something in order to see if this feeling, this instinct had any merit. But Eivind had done none of that. When was this wondrous "getting to know one another" thing supposed to have happened? Before or after the rest of the pack tried to kill him?<br/><br/>"You want to get to know me? Fine. What is there to say? I'm a pretty boring person," Blue began, crossing his arms over his chest and tearing his eyes away from Eivind so he could stare intently at the floor. "My name is Blue Stormcloud Broussard. My birthday is December 13th and I'm twenty-one years old. I have two younger sisters, Little Bird and Chrysanthemum. My favorite color is purple, my favorite animal is the fox, and I like being alone. I don't have a lot of friends." Maybe if he did, someone would have found Blue sooner, and he and Eivind wouldn't be here together, awkwardly sitting beside one another as Blue ticked off fact after irrelevant fact.<br/><br/>"I love orchids. I'm allergic to cats. My favorite sweet is chocolate. I love the rain. I love salmon. I don't like secrets or ambiguity. I despise liars." The last sentence was said slowly, intended as more of a warning than a simple innocuous fact. As far as Blue was concerned, lies of omission counted, and Eivind seemed to already be rather adept at those.<br/><br/>"I was going to school for art. I wanted to be an illustrator, or a painter, maybe. I don't know. It doesn't seem like it matters much anymore. There doesn't seem to be much room for artists among your pack, right?" With a long sigh, Blue gathered up the blanket he had previously discarded and pulled it up around his naked shoulders. He was beginning to feel tired again, and although the medication was working wonders for his headache, it was doing nothing to cure the misplaced sense of sadness that was beginning to cling to him.<br/><br/>"If you want to know more, make a list. I'll be sure to answer as thoroughly as possible," he mumbled, scooting along the bed and lying down, his back to Eivind and head resting against the soft pillow. He couldn't pinpoint why he was so annoyed, what had triggered it, or why he was allowing himself to soak in it. All he knew was that he felt it, and for the moment, he didn't care if Eivind joined him in the bed or not.