Closed(ish) | Guarding Mr. Daisy

[lotusmesenpai]

Who: Sion, Lavi, Kanda & anyone they meet at the Summit
Where: Springhill Compound, Peace Summit
When: W6D2 - D6
Summary: Guarding Sion during the summit should be an easy warrant. Unfortunately, nothing with Sion is ever actually E A S Y.
Restrictions/Warnings: Kanda's fine command of language, as usual.

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[inksplashes]

[ He's reasonably sure she meant to say "dark" because his ego is a fragile thing and needs the validation, but he's entirely too trained to listen and observe not to notice that she definitely, absolutely, did not say "dark".

Lavi huffs, ignoring her rightful rebuke in favor of indignation over that insult. ]

Tall, dark, and dashing, you meant.

[ Not a question. Objective statement.

Scrubbing a palm down his face, he mutters under his breath about exceptionally stubborn women. ]

...I couldn't tell you. I wasn't in a position to speak, and then things got crazy as soon as I could move again.

Basically, catching buildings for people sucks.

[fledges]

[Kate smiles at his affronted response, ready to fire back with something else, but then he continues and that smile vanishes.]

Wait, what? You're exaggerating, right? What happened?

[inksplashes]

[ Lavi slumps a little further into the wall, leaning against her that much more for it. When's the last time he got more than twenty minutes of sleep?

When the summit is over... he's gonna go into an elective coma, he thinks. But not now, and certainly not here. Straightening himself up in an effort to ward of exhaustion, he frowns, trying to think of the best way--or if he even should--explain. ]

He was trying to help people get out of a burning building, but the building was gonna fall on him instead. I intervened.

[ A heavy, long-suffering sigh. ]

Twenty titanium stitches later, I can confirm there's a reason I'm not supposed to intervene. It hurts.

[fledges]

Wow, Lavi, that's pretty heroic.

[She smiles, reaching out to flick at his headband.]

It was brave of you to intervene, and I'm very impressed.

[inksplashes]

Frankly I'd rather have the health of a coward.

[ He's right back to leaning against her shoulder, sliding a little more down the wall. Lavi yawns, stretching mildly and cringing when he's rebuked by said stitches. The injuries themselves are mostly healed, but the threads have little give when you stretch like a cat. ]

Your turn.

I NEVER GOT THIS NOTIF i'm sorry!

[fledges]

[Ugh! Fine.]

Some Company jerk went crazy, tearing people's throats out. I guess I got in the way.

<3

[inksplashes]

[ His limbs stiffen, a line of tension winding through muscles and making his lean far less relaxed. Tearing out throats?

Lavi glances up at her, gaze narrowed in clear concern. ]

What do you mean "got in the way"?

[fledges]

As in I tried to stop him. He said he was part of some Cerberus Unit or something.

[Kate reaches for his hand when she realizes he's tensing up, trying to lace her fingers with his, her voice softening.]

I'm a big girl, Lavi. I'm okay.

[inksplashes]

[ He doesn't pull his hand away, but lets it lie lifelessly between her fingers, the slightest tremor to it.

Lavi turns his head down, voice a soft rasp: ]

How many damn times do I have to say it? It doesn't matter if you're a big girl, it's the ...

[ He stops himself, the agitation beginning to break through his usual calm and demanding silence before he says something he's surely going to regret. ]

[fledges]

[She frowns, leaning forward in an attempt to study his expression. Whether or not he holds her hand back, she squeezes his softly.]

It's what?

[inksplashes]

It's the point.

[ Said through grit teeth, Lavi schools his face into something closer to stoicism while so obviously under her scrutiny. How doesn't she get it? If she'd died..

The world would be a darker place for it. Lavi would would be lesser for it. ]

You're something worth protecting regardless if you need it. Worth avenging.

[fledges]

[She gets it, and while the stoic mask is a good trick, she can tell he's faking. She runs her thumb over his knuckles, her voice softening.]

I know what you mean. I understand why you worry, I just don't want you to make yourself sick over it.