Somehow, it's easier like this. This isn't the first time I've had to bandage up one of my friends and it's likely not to be the last. I can put that at the front of my mind rather than think about how Blue is only in a towel. Blue is only in a towel, yes, but she also needs help and I'm careful as I apply the gauze piece by piece.

"Well," I start, wondering if it's flirtatious or just awkward. "I can always check for you." I wince, smiling at her apologetically in the mirror.

I feel like I'm holding my breath and it makes my throat tight until I finally decide I'd rather stop walking around it. "Sorry. I'm not really sure what we do now. As...about us?" I don't want to pretend it away but I'm still at a loss.