Before the Show | Tuck & Blair & (Anybody Else)
As the conversation drifted towards something quieter, more intimate, Blair drew closer, closer, her eyes unwaveringly meeting her cousin's.
Anything, she answered in her head to his request for a birthday gift, but instead she just smirked and tilted her head a bit to side with a slight nod, wordlessly saying go on.
If you're willing. Fact was, as much as she enjoyed (or at least felt nothing about) watching others undergo whatever procedure Tucker administered, she could never imagine herself under a needle. The very idea of something piercing her skin made her hair stand on end, her flesh crawl. Still, there was something comforting in his touch, and he hardly ever asked anything of her really, and wouldn't it be only kind to give him what he asked for? For his success, for the success of the entire reason why they were here in the first place.
It was a small price. He needed her. He wanted something she could provide.
Her discomfort seemed distant in the moment, but when she went to answer she found her mouth dry. She swallowed, masking her nerves in what appeared to be a pause of consideration. She closed her hand a bit around his thumb, her own pressing into the crook under his index finger. "Of course," she whispered, surprising herself at the softness of her voice. She laughed, then, to dispel her own nervousness, "I thought it would be something difficult."