He looks down, watching her fingers graze his arm. It's not the same as touch ought to be, where his mind gets pulled fast into the thoughts and feelings of an outsider. It can't be: He's already here.

Blue's understanding of this grows slowly, but surely. There's a near-seamless shift, where the Blue he thought he was gives way to the one Ellie's certain of.

He lifts her hand off his arm, carefully cupping it in both of his hands, eyes still downcast, but there's glimpses of her to be seen now that his height is back.

"I think so, too," he murmurs. "Best we could."