[ He considers doing as he as often done in this moment: letting his unusually malleable partner make his own mistakes--ones which he is evidently convinced must be done in the name of honor or pride--without interference. Expression twisted into contained amusement, his once-full arms fall loosely at his side, swaying idly.
(Think not of how cold they seem now, how empty the air and atmosphere feels without the weight and warmth of him; let these thoughts scatter and wait for a safer moment to return, because you've given up on the idea that they'll stay gone for good.)
But what he has always done, it occurs to Lavi, has seldom truly worked for him. Swearing off attachments has not lessened his ability to form them, it has simply made their severing more painful for it. Likewise, telling himself--or indeed, even telling Yu--that he won't intervene in the natural consequences of actions has done little to actually curb such intervention.
It's just a form of denial, a crudely shaped, easily broken, wholly transparent kind of denial.
He steps around the rover, eyebrow raised, his indecision clear. But now it is not a matter of deciding between actions for the sake of duty or the sake of personal attachment--now it's just a choice between whether his sense of humor is more vindictive than his sense of concern.
In the end, his concern wins, announcing itself in the low laughter off his still contained mouth. ]
Yeah, you do that.
[ Accept his challenge, he means. Repositioning himself, he takes ownership of Yu's arm again, pulls it over his shoulders with a weary sound as his other arm finds purchase in a trim side. It's not strictly gentle, this action, but it's not overly rough, either, exerting only as much force as he needs to make his point.
He will carry Yu's drunk ass to bed with little room for negotiation. ]
Tomorrow. You can do that tomorrow and thank the trees I can't record and carry your dumbass at the same time.
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(Think not of how cold they seem now, how empty the air and atmosphere feels without the weight and warmth of him; let these thoughts scatter and wait for a safer moment to return, because you've given up on the idea that they'll stay gone for good.)
But what he has always done, it occurs to Lavi, has seldom truly worked for him. Swearing off attachments has not lessened his ability to form them, it has simply made their severing more painful for it. Likewise, telling himself--or indeed, even telling Yu--that he won't intervene in the natural consequences of actions has done little to actually curb such intervention.
It's just a form of denial, a crudely shaped, easily broken, wholly transparent kind of denial.
He steps around the rover, eyebrow raised, his indecision clear. But now it is not a matter of deciding between actions for the sake of duty or the sake of personal attachment--now it's just a choice between whether his sense of humor is more vindictive than his sense of concern.
In the end, his concern wins, announcing itself in the low laughter off his still contained mouth. ]
Yeah, you do that.
[ Accept his challenge, he means. Repositioning himself, he takes ownership of Yu's arm again, pulls it over his shoulders with a weary sound as his other arm finds purchase in a trim side. It's not strictly gentle, this action, but it's not overly rough, either, exerting only as much force as he needs to make his point.
He will carry Yu's drunk ass to bed with little room for negotiation. ]
Tomorrow. You can do that tomorrow and thank the trees I can't record and carry your dumbass at the same time.