[Blue finishes pulling his sleeves up to the elbow, pushing away from the doorframe to stand straight on flat feet.]

Then... [he'll reach into the goblet to soak a hand, skin prickling a bit with the alien feeling of the texture (it's not like he sticks his hand in blood-concoctions on the regular, after all).

while he's doing that:] I'm doing this...because it is your wish to know. To feel the same, understand what I perceive. [with a little nod:] What Flynn now perceives.

[he lets his hand hover over the goblet a bit so as to not drip on the floor or their feet before looking to Yuri and flicking a glance to his bare arm, waiting for the chance to gingerly curl his fingers around his wrist.]

To banish away those...false images of each other, the ones we paint in our minds.

[he hesitates, looking to Flynn, which is gap enough for him to get in on this before Blue marks him, too.]