[A slight shift lets Kanda settle more comfortably, the warmth of Lavi's back more of a familiar weight resting against his chest than a distraction in this moment, a moment of contented ease that he doesn't want to draw attention to in fear of bringing those threads of tension back into their evening.
Reaching forward, his fingers catch the corner of the worn tome, lifts the cover curiously.]
Just some, huh? Wonder why I'm not convinced. But...
[It's an almost lazy question, one designed more to get Lavi to talk than anything else because much as he won't admit it - his partner's knowledge, and the way he interprets and explains it, it's captivating.
His expressions become less constructed and more naturally animated, as if he truly enjoys parsing out the remnants of the past. ]
I wonder how much of this shit is under water now, if it's that old.
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[A slight shift lets Kanda settle more comfortably, the warmth of Lavi's back more of a familiar weight resting against his chest than a distraction in this moment, a moment of contented ease that he doesn't want to draw attention to in fear of bringing those threads of tension back into their evening.
Reaching forward, his fingers catch the corner of the worn tome, lifts the cover curiously.]
Just some, huh? Wonder why I'm not convinced. But...
[It's an almost lazy question, one designed more to get Lavi to talk than anything else because much as he won't admit it - his partner's knowledge, and the way he interprets and explains it, it's captivating.
His expressions become less constructed and more naturally animated, as if he truly enjoys parsing out the remnants of the past. ]
I wonder how much of this shit is under water now, if it's that old.