[Blue goes quiet, for once, grabbing the veggie patties he's been defrosting and oiling the pan, turning on the burner, etc. His brain is a churning mess of trying very hard not to think about any of the things they could have talked about, and starting to roll into the old bad habits, the bitterness, the resentment of months ago.]

[He starts chewing his lips with his back turned, and forces his eyes onto his handiwork as Sabrina bluntly details their conversation. Unfortunately, her protection is met with more silence, and then the deflection comes.]

Red's been... better lately, I guess... It's hard without Pokémon, you know? Communicating with people without battles to bridge the gap.