... is it an imaginary color? [ blinking, he stares at the weird color that somehow formed by the combination of conflicting feelings and taps his chin in thought. ] I just... wanted to try my best, that's all.

[ but he does feel drained, having done so, to the point where he has to put his hands down on something--- or someone, as he uses Yuuri's shoulder as a place to lean against. ]

I think it's pretty nice. It's almost like my scarf, right?

[ indeed, that strip between the pale yellow is probably closer to that blue? maybe? look, what is he, some kind of color specialist? he's... trying! ]

... we've almost made the full thing together, haven't we? That's kind of neat.

[ too bad it doesn't feel that much of an accomplishment. ]