“Thanks,” Blanche replied with a small smile, pulling the coat closer to his own body as he (and Vega) followed Gwen upstairs without an argument. It was then that he noticed the faint scent of sandalwood and sage drifting off of the fabric of Gwen’s coat, causing Blanche to swoon just a little and cuddle into it.
He felt his chest tighten in response and a slight pain swirled in his head.
Or maybe it was those extreme temperature fluctuations – hot, freezing, then hot again, all within a matter of minutes…
“I think I will,” he said, then swiftly expanded on that, “Keep wearing your coat, for a while, I mean. And also stay the night.” Although I’d rather be in your room, in your bed. But that was wishful thinking, and perhaps Blanche’s intolerance for extended periods of loneliness. (Or as a normal person would call it, ‘being single’.)
He hopped onto the guest bed and dangled his feet over the side of it, kicking his feet in the air. “Canada, huh? Do you speak French?” he asked a moment later, his eyes still sparkling with curiosity.
He ignored the restricting feeling in his chest and attempted to rid himself of it by clearing his throat with a dry cough. It didn’t work. He attempted to continue talking, although he found that getting harder to do by the second. “I… I took some classes… in high school and college, but I’d love to learn more of it.” His face contorted into a slight grimace as he spoke, his voice a bit hoarse. “It’s… a pretty language.”
He hated this. It was so embarrassing… His face grew hot and he glanced away from Gwen, his right hand gripping his chest as he stood from the bed and disappeared towards the bathroom with a small, “be right back.”
Once safely behind the closed door, he leaned against the wall and reached in the pocket of his jeans for his inhaler. A quick breath of it and his physical symptoms started to disappear, but his embarrassment still lingered and he dreaded going back out before he composed himself. He turned on the sink and splashed some cool water on his face, stared at his own reflection in the mirror for a minute or two, and then finally reemerged back into the guest room.
“Anyways,” he said, as nonchalantly as humanly possible, “You were saying?”