Mount Silver (Base) || Morning
Blue may or may not have wished Red could have held onto Mikhail a little longer, but the two bats are always adorable, so he can live with it. Their canine companion looks more at ease too, no longer talking into his paws out of sheer humiliation.
On the other hand, after that, a silence ensues between everyone in the room. Not an uncomfortable silence, really, more like...Blue can't think of a proper word to describe it. It feels as though something should be happening right now; maybe this is just what goes on after two people stop talking for awhile?
That period of time was only a week, but still.
Though Blue is no sleuth-especially with other people-it would be pretty damn difficult to miss Red's discomfort. He has no idea why, but his throat is suddenly really scratchy. Please do not fucking have a coughing fit when Red is talking, I would actually die.
"...what did you do while we were gone?"
At least it was an easy question to answer. "Not much," Blue admitted (thankfully, no coughing ensued), "I was out for a bit, but I didn't want to stray too far."
He doesn't outright vocalize it, since doing so was probably unnecessary; both of them know he's not as familiar with this place as Red is. While Blue's confident in his instincts, surviving out in the undead-infested wilderness for an ungodly amount of years tempered a good part of his impulsive side (at least when it came to anything other than a social threat; he will never forget that goddamn first kiss).
Besides, mountains weren't his friends. He still remembers getting lost in Mt. Moon and that stupid rock tunnel as a kid.
"I had to take care of Daisy anyways, though, so it worked out," Blue continues. Another reason not to wander off: doing so would've meant putting the Zubat back into her ball. Every time he did that, Blue couldn't help but feel as though he was ripping a young, disabled Pokemon away from her sources of security and comfort.