In all honesty, Blue wasn't entirely thrilled about pizza; she didn't like all the garlic in the sauce. Nor the chewiness of the dough, nor the frozen taste of the vegetables. But there wasn't much help for it, so she'd do her best to choke it down--maybe just one slice, anyway. A small one.

But other concerns lay before her now, literally. Omega stared back at her with lookalike blue eyes, brilliant mirrors which seemed determined to paint her as beautiful, a masterpiece of color in a world of black and white. Seeing herself depicted as such now made her want to squirm.

She watched as he reached out and took her head, threading their fingers together. His hand was warm and rough, as always, but familiar--she didn't pull away. Blue opened her fingers to cup his cheek, gliding the pad of her thumb across the high arch of his cheekbone, loving him in silence. A wash of sudden tenderness then guided her thumb across Omega's face, feathering lightly over his lips, a small sigh escaping her own at their remembered softness.