“We didn’t jump yet?”
Yang joins her awkwardly by the window. “Not really, we were waiting for you.”
“Oh. you didn’t have to.”
“It’s unpleasant to wake up getting thrown out of the bed. Especially if you’re still hurt.”
Blake smiles. She’s sweet. And she just had an idea. “Oh, I need to clean it up, by the way. Do you mind helping me check if it’s alright?”
It has to mean something, right? To let her help with it.
Yang immediately sucks in a breath and smiles, and Blake knows she was right in her guess. “Yeah! Yeah, of course!”
.. or: Blake wants to kiss Yang so bad it makes her look stupid
