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He had done it anyway. Blue pressed her lips together firmly for a moment as he sang his nasally little song, focusing more on the familiar melody than the strange warmth she felt. She couldn't really help the little smile that followed.

Probably she should have teased him a little. There was another soft giggle.

"...My is on the blink... I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink..." she picked up after him instead, still more concentrated on the sound than the words that were supposed to follow.

"No, no, no," Green replied, very firmly not singing, but a smile in his voice. But, before long the melody drifted back in.

"I'm so tired," he sighed, "I don't know what to do. I'm so tired, my mind is set on you... I wonder should I call you..."

The song drifted away, and he cast a glance over at the phone in silence.

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"... But I know what you would do..." she ended up whispering before her voice drifted into quiet as well.

The song resonated a bit more strongly than probably either of them would have liked, she realized. Her hold on her phone increased slightly. I wonder should I call you. There was a nervous tightening in her chest as she shifted against her pillow, the sound filling the silence as she moved.

"You've gotten a lot better," Blue chose to say instead of anything else she might have said, trying to sound light hearted.

Green's speech was muffled by his pillow, as he tried to ignore the sinking feeling that had suddenly developed in his stomach.

"You've always been a good singer," he replied, thoroughly embarrassed that he had just done that.

And honestly Blue was just touched.

"The only witnesses are very biased parties," the girl rebutted disbelievingly. It wasn't like any of her team or the boys would have told her to shut up. Well, asides from the few times that someone might have actually done so. An awfully embarrassed someone.

"Biased doesn't mean wrong," Green sighed, completely not noticing how they were tumbling into familiar speech patterns. It hadn't even been that long since their last talk, but it had felt like about a million years.

"Especially when that biased opinion is mine."

If she noticed, Blue wasn't going to make a comment on it. Considering how often they usually talked otherwise, it really had seemed like forever since they had simply chattered. She had been beginning to miss it. That was probably part of why everything seemed so confusing.

"Oh, right, of course," she said with a soft laugh, though it was somewhat cut short by the rumble outside her window. Blue took a breath and kept talking however, more distracted from it and sounding less nervous this time as she spoke.

"I forgot I was talking to a world-class expert in everything."

"Nonsense. Impossible to forget," he scoffed. "I'll remind you any chance I get."

And he already had been. And wanted to continue to, for as long as she would let him.

He had missed it, too.

"Well I know I can count on you for that."

Despite the fact that the rain was still hammering on the window panes and a bright flash was filling the room with light, Blue finally yawned against the phone receiver, finishing with a little, "mm." The hand tangled in her hair eased, and she let her eyes drift closed.

"I'd be worried otherwise."

Though if it was her own fault he stopped, she mused somewhat half-heartedly to herself, then she'd probably lose the privilege of being able to worry about it, wouldn't she?

Green grinned at the sound of Blue's yawn, letting his own eyes drift closed.

"You're yawning," he said, stating the obvious. "I guess I helped."

"I already said as much," she mumbled as the sleepiness began to descend much more heavily.

"... Thank you. For putting up with me."

"It doesn't hurt to hear it again."

There was a yawn of his own, and yet another rustle of sheets as he adjusted.

"Blue, I'm not putting up with anything. You know how I feel about that."

"At least let me apologize for keeping you up."

What she really wanted to apologize for was for being completely unfair, but she had a sleepy suspicion that he wouldn't have let that one fly.

"If you have to," he replied.

Really, it's not like he minded. Just the chance to speak to her again, like this. Her voice on the other end of the line answering in soft, familiar tones rather than stilted awkward ones. It didn't deserve an apology of any kind.

"Then I'm sorry," she answered for him.

There was a pause, in which there was only the sound of her breathing that was coming slow and even as it should have been. There was no room to doubt that he had in fact helped. For a moment, it was almost as though she had already fallen asleep on him.

"... but I liked talking to you like this," Blue spoke up again slowly.

"Well, there's no reason why we can't. Talk like this."

Except for The Big Reason. But.

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"No... there isn't."

The Big Reason was stupid. Stupid and completely valid and actually not that stupid at all. "I don't want things to be weird..." She tried to stifle a smaller yawn, the sleepiness that was kicking in now that she was calmer making it easier to speak her mind. "I don't want to be confusing either..."

He wished he could assure her she wasn't, but everything kind of was. It wouldn't do her any good to say it, though.

"I think it's okay if we talk. Like before. If you want." It might be the only choice he had if he wanted to maintain a relationship with her.

There was a soft, almost self-deprecating sigh of a laugh. "I don't know if we're even capable of avoiding it," she stated. They had already slipped back into it so easily, she couldn't picture it taking long for it to happen again unless they actively avoided each other.

She didn't want to do that. She didn't want to hurt him carelessly either.

"Probably not." They had simply known each other for too long.

But there would always be something different. And Green would always know that he had caused it.

"How are you feeling?" he checked in again.

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.