[That smile... it still rings strained, to Kanda. Or maybe it was the subdue words that had accompanied it, lacking in the usual levity that accompanies that particular curve of the lips, but at least for now... Lavi is still his partner.
Still trying to help, despite the man's continued attempt to maintain distance or impartiality.
Despite his clear hesitation and disapproval of Kanda's (admittedly) questionable plan.
How that's working, though, is hard to gauge - between the two of them, they keep trying to reset boundaries, only to smudge the lines before they have a chance to set. Months of this back and forth make knowing just where they stand far too complex a pattern for him to understand.
That he can trust Lavi in the midst of a warrant has never been a question.
Knowing how to step around the man once the warrants complete and there's joy in their accounts? Well, that's another story entirely.
So for now, at least, he's not going to push at the cracks he can see in that smile now that he has a better understanding of just where to look. Instead, he cuts his partner a sidelong glance, blue eyes narrowing. Scowl now locked firmly in place, he makes a halfhearted effort at best to shrug Lavi off, before they start walking down the corridor towards the front of the ship.]
The hells wrong with my room?
[It's clean, functional. Everything is organized. Everything has a place. And so what if the only decoration is a sword and that weird bat-looking thing on his wall?
Having that sword so close... it's always been comfortable for him. Like having an old friend standing guard in his sleep, even if sleep itself has become his enemy.
As they cross through the rec-room, he continues on, following Lavi's lead despite the way his palm sweats around the vial warmed by his own hand, the weight of it not lessened by Lavi's presence - not that he'd really expected it to.
Because despite all of their respective misgivings, he still doesn't see how norn is any different than any medication the Company's mad scientists might have concocted? At least with Itsuki... he knows the man doesn't have an ulterior motive targeting him specifically.
That's got to be a small measure working in his favor, if nothing else is, and one he's, quite possibly, going to bank his sanity on.]
But... fine. Just read quietly - I don't need to hear whatever weird shit you're reading - it'd probably give me a whole new set of nightmares.
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Still trying to help, despite the man's continued attempt to maintain distance or impartiality.
Despite his clear hesitation and disapproval of Kanda's (admittedly) questionable plan.
How that's working, though, is hard to gauge - between the two of them, they keep trying to reset boundaries, only to smudge the lines before they have a chance to set. Months of this back and forth make knowing just where they stand far too complex a pattern for him to understand.
That he can trust Lavi in the midst of a warrant has never been a question.
Knowing how to step around the man once the warrants complete and there's joy in their accounts? Well, that's another story entirely.
So for now, at least, he's not going to push at the cracks he can see in that smile now that he has a better understanding of just where to look. Instead, he cuts his partner a sidelong glance, blue eyes narrowing. Scowl now locked firmly in place, he makes a halfhearted effort at best to shrug Lavi off, before they start walking down the corridor towards the front of the ship.]
The hells wrong with my room?
[It's clean, functional. Everything is organized. Everything has a place. And so what if the only decoration is a sword and that weird bat-looking thing on his wall?
Having that sword so close... it's always been comfortable for him. Like having an old friend standing guard in his sleep, even if sleep itself has become his enemy.
As they cross through the rec-room, he continues on, following Lavi's lead despite the way his palm sweats around the vial warmed by his own hand, the weight of it not lessened by Lavi's presence - not that he'd really expected it to.
Because despite all of their respective misgivings, he still doesn't see how norn is any different than any medication the Company's mad scientists might have concocted? At least with Itsuki... he knows the man doesn't have an ulterior motive targeting him specifically.
That's got to be a small measure working in his favor, if nothing else is, and one he's, quite possibly, going to bank his sanity on.]
But... fine. Just read quietly - I don't need to hear whatever weird shit you're reading - it'd probably give me a whole new set of nightmares.