It was comforting at least that he seemed to realize the futility of trying Not to talk like they usually did as well. And that he was okay with it. (He was the one that said as much already anyway.)

"... Much better," she admitted. There was still a weird, fluttery feeling in her person, but it was nothing completely awful. The important part was that it was easier for her to breathe. Blue would take bizarrely fluttery over painfully tight any day.