[ Falling back a step (just out of Lavi's reach!), Sion clasps his hands artfully behind his back, rocking back and forth precisely once upon his heels with a deliberate shift of his weight. But for all that his stance is playful, the Director's voice rings with solemn intonations, white lashes veiling over golden eyes as he speaks— ]
And how is it that you are able to say 'thank you' to me, but I am not to be allowed the same measure of courtesy?
[ No, it hasn't gone unnoticed by him, how the other man seems keen upon doing anything (and everything) to keep both himself (and others) at bay, no more than the strain to Lavi's smile has escaped his eyes. Strain, and nervous energy, giving way to... a heartbare look, Lavi's expression shifting from something practiced and structured by route to a by far more vulnerable thing.
(Do I cause you so much pain, Lavi...?) ]
You are fathomless to me, someone who can be so selfless and yet so fearful of others in turn. [ What sort of man is it who risks life and limb to protect another they would have nothing to do with, were it only their choice? A remarkable one, is the answer; a man deserving only of respect. ] You saved me, I owe you my life, and yet--...
[ There is the question which had lingered with the Director since the moment they'd met, and Lavi's gaze had drifted elsewhere, far beyond Sion himself, past the Noah, focused upon something which only the mind's eye might see. ]
Why is it that I feel you cannot bear to look at me, Lavi?
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[ Falling back a step (just out of Lavi's reach!), Sion clasps his hands artfully behind his back, rocking back and forth precisely once upon his heels with a deliberate shift of his weight. But for all that his stance is playful, the Director's voice rings with solemn intonations, white lashes veiling over golden eyes as he speaks— ]
And how is it that you are able to say 'thank you' to me, but I am not to be allowed the same measure of courtesy?
[ No, it hasn't gone unnoticed by him, how the other man seems keen upon doing anything (and everything) to keep both himself (and others) at bay, no more than the strain to Lavi's smile has escaped his eyes. Strain, and nervous energy, giving way to... a heartbare look, Lavi's expression shifting from something practiced and structured by route to a by far more vulnerable thing.
(Do I cause you so much pain, Lavi...?) ]
You are fathomless to me, someone who can be so selfless and yet so fearful of others in turn. [ What sort of man is it who risks life and limb to protect another they would have nothing to do with, were it only their choice? A remarkable one, is the answer; a man deserving only of respect. ] You saved me, I owe you my life, and yet--...
[ There is the question which had lingered with the Director since the moment they'd met, and Lavi's gaze had drifted elsewhere, far beyond Sion himself, past the Noah, focused upon something which only the mind's eye might see. ]
Why is it that I feel you cannot bear to look at me, Lavi?