[ Really...? Lavi, you want to leave it at that? You're running away again, and you expect Sion—tenacious, willful, stubborn Sion—to wither and wilt beneath the weight of scary words (scary, because they are true: the Director is a compassionate man, able to love a great many people and a great many things, if only because that one thing he most despises is himself; the person he's become, and the monster he is destined to be, for want of protecting everyone) when you are so obviously hurting? When... there is nothing more unbearable (unfair, upsetting) to him than the way you feel must retreat back, behind a mirrorglass gaze and a faraway expression.
Crestfallen, the Director moves as if to say something, but then presses his lips together, deciding against it. Lavi is... terribly fragile, isn't he? At least, in this one small regard. The other man is protecting himself from (Sion) a threat which is not and will never be, and so--...
Delicately, then.
Gingerly, he reaches out to Lavi's second offering off the books, not to take, but to reinforce the sentiment which he'd voiced before: gratitude, shown by way of touch, Sion's fingers molding to the back of Lavi's hand, curling once in a gentle squeeze to secure Lavi's grasp about the parcel.
Then, playfully, with a huff and the mildest sort of admonishment: ]
Take responsibility for what you've done. [ And for the way Sion is smiling, now, melancholy and serene in turns, his hand still enveloping Lavi's own with willowed fingers and a glowing sort of warmth. ] That I am able to stand here now is thanks to only you. Regardless of whether you were acting on behalf of another's wish...
[ Kanda's wish, and the thought is sweet. Perhaps Lavi is not a saint, but he is kind, tenderhearted in his actions which protected not just one, but by extension, another: a partner held in only the utmost regard, esteemed and dear. ]
...it was your choice to make. "Lavi's will".
[ Running away and leaving something like that behind--... It's like forgetting one's own heart, isn't it? ]
Let me know what you think, after you've read them. [ His touch falling away, he looks up, knowing precisely what he might find in Lavi's gaze (judgement, dispassion, whispers of pain), and accepts it. All of it. Because truly, what else is there to do? There is profound sadness within the other man, and Sion cannot help but worry for him, Lavi who smiles through hardship and sufferance just as the Director himself is wont to do. ] And in return, I'll...
[ A soft, breezy hum, a cant of his head as though considering...! ]
Endeavor to stay out of trouble, meanwhile. I will not put you at risk because of my own inability again.
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Crestfallen, the Director moves as if to say something, but then presses his lips together, deciding against it. Lavi is... terribly fragile, isn't he? At least, in this one small regard. The other man is protecting himself from (Sion) a threat which is not and will never be, and so--...
Delicately, then.
Gingerly, he reaches out to Lavi's second offering off the books, not to take, but to reinforce the sentiment which he'd voiced before: gratitude, shown by way of touch, Sion's fingers molding to the back of Lavi's hand, curling once in a gentle squeeze to secure Lavi's grasp about the parcel.
Then, playfully, with a huff and the mildest sort of admonishment: ]
Take responsibility for what you've done. [ And for the way Sion is smiling, now, melancholy and serene in turns, his hand still enveloping Lavi's own with willowed fingers and a glowing sort of warmth. ] That I am able to stand here now is thanks to only you. Regardless of whether you were acting on behalf of another's wish...
[ Kanda's wish, and the thought is sweet. Perhaps Lavi is not a saint, but he is kind, tenderhearted in his actions which protected not just one, but by extension, another: a partner held in only the utmost regard, esteemed and dear. ]
...it was your choice to make. "Lavi's will".
[ Running away and leaving something like that behind--... It's like forgetting one's own heart, isn't it? ]
Let me know what you think, after you've read them. [ His touch falling away, he looks up, knowing precisely what he might find in Lavi's gaze (judgement, dispassion, whispers of pain), and accepts it. All of it. Because truly, what else is there to do? There is profound sadness within the other man, and Sion cannot help but worry for him, Lavi who smiles through hardship and sufferance just as the Director himself is wont to do. ] And in return, I'll...
[ A soft, breezy hum, a cant of his head as though considering...! ]
Endeavor to stay out of trouble, meanwhile. I will not put you at risk because of my own inability again.