Blue as good as called Eivind a liar when he said he'd wanted to get to know him before telling him anything. He'd sat up to stare him in the face, and Eivind stared back, affronted. When he started aggressively listing things about himself, Blue looked away from him.<br/><br/>“There were more pressing issues at hand,” Eivind growled. “And did you ever take into consideration that I'm not very good at this?” He was trying, tending to Blue's physical state more than anything. He imagined the rest would come.. however that might naturally occur. He wasn't very good at getting to know someone, much less someone who had certain expectations on the proper ways to socialize. He was irritated now, and though he took in what Blue had said, he wasn't offering more to the conversation. He wasn't going to make a list either, as Blue dismissively suggested.<br/><br/><i>Ungrateful little shit</i>. Eivind had accepted him into his home and done for him all that he could think to do. He wasn't perfect, he knew, but he had the feeling like he'd laid himself open only for Blue to pour salt onto him. His attitude stung, and Eivind didn't know how to proceed from that point. Did Blue expect dates and courtship? Eivind was set in his ways, and he didn't think he'd ever pursued anyone like that in his life. He didn't know where to begin, and certainly not from the mess they were starting from.<br/><br/>Eivind stood, gathering up the medication and walked down the stairs, leaving Blue to himself. It seemed better to just walk away, and in that moment he really didn't want to be around him, and his acidic temperament. No more than Blue probably wanted to be around him in return. So he left it alone, still coming and going around his home as he normally would, but he essentially gave Blue the bedroom. He still fed him, and made sure he was taking his medications. Alaric had stopped in to check on Blue, feeling the tense atmosphere. He knew something had occurred, but not exactly what. He wasn't so perceptive to these things, and truly he didn't want to involve himself in it. He did inform Synnove that things seemed to be going poorly, but she decided to leave them alone, so that they might actually work through an issue together. She couldn't be a buffer all the time, and Eivind needed to learn how to deal with problems on his own. There was much debate within the pack, but no one had come to a decision. Mostly, they were waiting to see how Eivind and Blue interacted with one another. So far, it didn't look good.<br/><br/>Eivind poured his time and frustration into other things, such as building and adding a bannister to the top parts of the stairs. He tried to do it while Blue was awake, so as to not disturb him. There was a lot of cutting, measuring, hammering and sanding during the whole process, but he was satisfied with the final product. It was well balanced and stable, but it lacked the sort of touch most of his home went without. If Eivind had been there alone, he would have finished smoothing it out, and slapped a wood finisher over the top of it. He did recall that Blue was a painter, and looked back over to him in consideration.<br/><br/>“You said that you paint?” Eivind started, “It's not a canvas, but I can bring you the materials if you want to paint the bannister. I don't.. really care what you do with it.” It would give Blue something to do other than lay around, popping pain pills all day. Eivind wouldn't let him leave yet. He didn't know how the rest of the pack would react to him, especially with all the mixed feelings. It was better to wait until something definitive had been set.<br/><br/>During that time, Eivind had kept his distance, refraining from climbing into bed with Blue. Instead, he slept on the couch, and suppressed his urges. He was getting more agitated, but Blue had made it clear that his affections were not wanted, only perhaps tolerated, and Eivind was too proud to take that. More than once, he'd snapped at Blue for one thing or another, and then simply left the room. Distance was easier, and more difficult at the same time. His home was small, and he could sense Blue everywhere he went. The longer he went, the more he was hyper aware of everything Blue was doing in his home. He still had a difficult time picking up on the young man's moods, and what he was thinking, and so he couldn't gauge what the right move was.<br/><br/>He finally decided asking Blue to help him finish the railing was a good start. All the power tools were put away, and Eivind brought up the sealants, a great deal of paint colors, and painting supplies.<br/><br/>“Maybe you'd enjoy it?” he tested, prying lids off various paint cans and inspecting the dab of color on the top, trying to decide if he had any sort of preference.