[Chuckling softly, Kanda lets a smirk slip into place as he reaches for his steaming tea and shakes his head at his partner's antics - glad to use that (and Lavi's own words) as a distraction from the faint awkwardness that had threaded into the conversation with Kanda's quasi-truth.
Because he may have gone to a drug dealer to find the means to knock himself out for a few meager hours a night, but it was Lavi that stood guard over him while he was affected.... while Kanda made himself potentially vulnerable, even if only for a few hours.
This, he knows, because he's gotten used to seeing Lavi asleep beside him in Kanda's bed, usually with a book or notes about him.
It's a trust given, and a trust honored.
Even without everything else his partner has seemingly forgotten, this alone would be something that created a debt in his own mind...a debt that, for once, he's not entirely opposed to owing.
Lifting his mug for a small, careful sip, he cuts his gaze to the side, blue gaze thoughtful as he glances between his partner and his cold monstrosity...
Just before impulse has him leaning over to catch the hand holding it a moment before his lips catch the straw. A smaller sip, before he leans back with a faintly disgusted look.]
Too fucking sweet. You're gonna go into a coma one day.
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[Chuckling softly, Kanda lets a smirk slip into place as he reaches for his steaming tea and shakes his head at his partner's antics - glad to use that (and Lavi's own words) as a distraction from the faint awkwardness that had threaded into the conversation with Kanda's quasi-truth.
Because he may have gone to a drug dealer to find the means to knock himself out for a few meager hours a night, but it was Lavi that stood guard over him while he was affected.... while Kanda made himself potentially vulnerable, even if only for a few hours.
This, he knows, because he's gotten used to seeing Lavi asleep beside him in Kanda's bed, usually with a book or notes about him.
It's a trust given, and a trust honored.
Even without everything else his partner has seemingly forgotten, this alone would be something that created a debt in his own mind...a debt that, for once, he's not entirely opposed to owing.
Lifting his mug for a small, careful sip, he cuts his gaze to the side, blue gaze thoughtful as he glances between his partner and his cold monstrosity...
Just before impulse has him leaning over to catch the hand holding it a moment before his lips catch the straw. A smaller sip, before he leans back with a faintly disgusted look.]
Too fucking sweet. You're gonna go into a coma one day.