[His smile is so true, so welcome, and so sweet that Bleu settles down beside him, lightly trailing her hand over his upper arm.]

You drowned? [She leans in, her lips close to his ear, breath hot against his skin.] Then I'm sorry you couldn't die peacefully. Why not give yourself to that without the bullet?

[She hesitates before pressing her lips to the little dip where his ear meets his cheek and to drag her lips down his jaw. She finishes by kissing the corner of his mouth and pulling away bashfully, willing an indigo blush to her face.]

I'm sorry. I don't even know your name.