Blue let Omega relocate her hand to his, and she gripped him back with just as much strength as she had the bench. His hand was warm, familiar, a comforting weight in the stormy sea behind her eyes; she didn't feel so hopelessly adrift whenever he was near. ...and last week, she'd been unable to even let him within ten feet. God, what the hell was wrong with her?!

She bit her lip on a sudden sob, refusing to let it out. "W-Well," she hiccuped, scrubbing her cheek with the back of her other hand, "I hate it when it happens." Blue tugged on him a bit, wanting him to move a little closer so she might rest her forehead against his and feather fingertips over his cheek, signing softly against his lips.

"...thank you..." she murmured softly, unable to help gracing his mouth with the softest kiss, "...for catching me." Despite his insistence that he always would, she still felt it necessary to acknowledge such unwavering devotion, especially when she felt herself not quite worthy of it.