That's the promise he'd made as this man's partner--he'd follow a warrant through hell and back if it meant getting the job done, if it meant keeping them alive long enough to see the joy at the end of it.
They weren't supposed to go this far, though. Get this close in the process. The warrant is all is a simple creed, clean, separated from the individuals who carry it out.. but there isn't anything to provide guidance when the warrant stops being all.
When there starts being more to the daily grind than making it to tomorrow.
Lavi sighs, admonishing himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. Watching Kanda struggle with an answer is painstaking, difficult, and there's more than a little temptation to throw out a lie or joke and take away from the same gravity he's responsible for summoning.
He doesn't, though. He just listens, watches the threads of tension wind Yu's shoulders tight. The admission might be an obvious truth, but to hear it uttered speaks to the depth of Kanda's desperation. Just how far down he's fallen that he's willing to cling to Itsuki's poison as last ditch hope.
When Yu falls forward, he braces his arm a little tighter, offers that unspoken measure of support before finally looking away from the gaze that can't quite meet his.
Lavi has no other answers. Even if he doesn't think this the right one, there are no solutions ready to replace it.
A frown then, arm leaving the jamb of the door to fold around Yu's shoulder and steady him. (Lavi doesn't think about the ramifications of how common their touches are becoming, the consequences that are sure to follow. He's too preoccupied with a gut-turning fear that this might possibly be the last time he sees Yu in anything close to his right mind.)
Sighing softly, he squeezes the shoulder under his hand before letting go, arm falling numbly at his side. ]
..I'll get those supplies, then.
[ Just a murmur before he slinks down the hall, smile traded out for a self-loathing smirk as he turns away. ]
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That's the promise he'd made as this man's partner--he'd follow a warrant through hell and back if it meant getting the job done, if it meant keeping them alive long enough to see the joy at the end of it.
They weren't supposed to go this far, though. Get this close in the process. The warrant is all is a simple creed, clean, separated from the individuals who carry it out.. but there isn't anything to provide guidance when the warrant stops being all.
When there starts being more to the daily grind than making it to tomorrow.
Lavi sighs, admonishing himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. Watching Kanda struggle with an answer is painstaking, difficult, and there's more than a little temptation to throw out a lie or joke and take away from the same gravity he's responsible for summoning.
He doesn't, though. He just listens, watches the threads of tension wind Yu's shoulders tight. The admission might be an obvious truth, but to hear it uttered speaks to the depth of Kanda's desperation. Just how far down he's fallen that he's willing to cling to Itsuki's poison as last ditch hope.
When Yu falls forward, he braces his arm a little tighter, offers that unspoken measure of support before finally looking away from the gaze that can't quite meet his.
Lavi has no other answers. Even if he doesn't think this the right one, there are no solutions ready to replace it.
A frown then, arm leaving the jamb of the door to fold around Yu's shoulder and steady him. (Lavi doesn't think about the ramifications of how common their touches are becoming, the consequences that are sure to follow. He's too preoccupied with a gut-turning fear that this might possibly be the last time he sees Yu in anything close to his right mind.)
Sighing softly, he squeezes the shoulder under his hand before letting go, arm falling numbly at his side. ]
..I'll get those supplies, then.
[ Just a murmur before he slinks down the hall, smile traded out for a self-loathing smirk as he turns away. ]
Through hell and back again, huh?