[ Another failure of translation, he thinks with no small amount of amusement, he's babbling like a brook.
It's endearing, if mildly frustrating, and there can be no more succinct summary of his emotions up to this point. First he's stirred from his sleep to discover Yu missing (so rare that he falls asleep early or first), and then he's summoned to retrieve the man in question after an evident night of debauchery.
That, of course, had been the frustrating parts to now. The more endearing aspects are fresher, a recent arrival to the course of the night. The warm, buzzing distraction of Yu's body leaned into his--the tease of breath on his neck stirring up senses he's desperate to quell and answer simultaneously.
These things, albeit frustrating in their own right, are among the perks of this strange journey.
Lavi is given precious little time to enjoy or reflect on these thoughts before the world shifts.
At first, the spasm felt beneath his hand and the subsequent twist into him is received as just another aspect of this strangely uncoordinated creature. He anticipates it, choreographs the completion of the movement before it's come to pass, and still he--
Gets it completely, utterly wrong, breath catching in his throat, lips parted slightly as if in protest or yielding to the abrupt change of position. Dreams press to his mind, scattered images of moments like these interlacing in the present. If he just leaned forward that little bit more, he could..could..
Could what? Carry out decisions he's fully cognizant of being entirely wrong and foolish? Break the precious balance of their friendship?
He's caught off guard, blissfully and gratefully so, as Yu stumbles instead, a mix of absolute thankfulness and self-loathing washing over him as he releases that breath and reaches to catch on the wall. Yu isn't particularly heavy, but he's also fairly close to Lavi's height, so the threat issued is one he believes--if he's not mindful, they're both going to end up falling down.
Despite--or perhaps even because of--internal berating, Lavi manages to keep himself from falling prey to the misstep, arm tightening that much more around Yu as he stabilizes them.
Just a few more steps. That's all he has to do before he can deposit Yu on his bed and call the night done between them. ]
Easy, easy. We're almost there.
[ He's not sure who he's reassuring at that point, but it doesn't matter, because he's telling the truth. Just a few more steps and he motions the door panel to Yu's room open, belatedly realizing he's yet to loosen his grip since their near fall. ]
Here we are. C'mon, I'll help you change. I'm starting to get buzzed off the fumes coming off you.
[ ..yeah he's not going to realize the folly of that until it's too late, but at least his temporary ignorance lets him keep steady as he turns them around to drop Yu back first on the not-at-all made bed. ]
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It's endearing, if mildly frustrating, and there can be no more succinct summary of his emotions up to this point. First he's stirred from his sleep to discover Yu missing (so rare that he falls asleep early or first), and then he's summoned to retrieve the man in question after an evident night of debauchery.
That, of course, had been the frustrating parts to now. The more endearing aspects are fresher, a recent arrival to the course of the night. The warm, buzzing distraction of Yu's body leaned into his--the tease of breath on his neck stirring up senses he's desperate to quell and answer simultaneously.
These things, albeit frustrating in their own right, are among the perks of this strange journey.
Lavi is given precious little time to enjoy or reflect on these thoughts before the world shifts.
At first, the spasm felt beneath his hand and the subsequent twist into him is received as just another aspect of this strangely uncoordinated creature. He anticipates it, choreographs the completion of the movement before it's come to pass, and still he--
Gets it completely, utterly wrong, breath catching in his throat, lips parted slightly as if in protest or yielding to the abrupt change of position. Dreams press to his mind, scattered images of moments like these interlacing in the present. If he just leaned forward that little bit more, he could..could..
Could what? Carry out decisions he's fully cognizant of being entirely wrong and foolish? Break the precious balance of their friendship?
He's caught off guard, blissfully and gratefully so, as Yu stumbles instead, a mix of absolute thankfulness and self-loathing washing over him as he releases that breath and reaches to catch on the wall. Yu isn't particularly heavy, but he's also fairly close to Lavi's height, so the threat issued is one he believes--if he's not mindful, they're both going to end up falling down.
Despite--or perhaps even because of--internal berating, Lavi manages to keep himself from falling prey to the misstep, arm tightening that much more around Yu as he stabilizes them.
Just a few more steps. That's all he has to do before he can deposit Yu on his bed and call the night done between them. ]
Easy, easy. We're almost there.
[ He's not sure who he's reassuring at that point, but it doesn't matter, because he's telling the truth. Just a few more steps and he motions the door panel to Yu's room open, belatedly realizing he's yet to loosen his grip since their near fall. ]
Here we are. C'mon, I'll help you change. I'm starting to get buzzed off the fumes coming off you.
[ ..yeah he's not going to realize the folly of that until it's too late, but at least his temporary ignorance lets him keep steady as he turns them around to drop Yu back first on the not-at-all made bed. ]