[What then? he wants to ask, but like the rest of his words, these stay trapped behind the cage of his teeth, unwilling or incapable of passing that particular barrier just yet.
Finally turning his gaze up, Kanda watches Lavi's retreating back for a long moment, one hand lifting to rub at the shoulder where the other man had supported him, the strength in that hold clear, steady, if only for a moment.
And then a withdraw, and space to breathe.
He must be losing it, for his mind to linger on a silent offer of support.
Scoffing softly to himself, he turns to cross the hall, slip into his own room. There he makes quick work to change out of the clothes he'd worn to go into Eulogy and into a pair of worn sleep pants and top before padding barefoot back to Lavi's room.
Pausing a moment at the door, he scowls at the chaos within for a moment before finally stepping into his partner's personal domain.
(It's odd, isn't it? How rarely they do that. His room and Lavi's - while there's no real rule of it between them, they rarely entered each other's personal space. Never took the time to look too closely at the things that they each had claimed for their own selves.)
Rather than wander the room, to take a closer inspection of all of the little things that Lavi has accumulated over the years, he crosses to the unkempt bed and frowns.
He's not crawling into that rat's nest.
Carefully, he sets the vial of norn on a bedside table and then begins the process of untangling sheets, pulling the bedding into a semblance of order.
It's something to do, to keep his hands busy while he waits on Lavi to return.]
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Finally turning his gaze up, Kanda watches Lavi's retreating back for a long moment, one hand lifting to rub at the shoulder where the other man had supported him, the strength in that hold clear, steady, if only for a moment.
And then a withdraw, and space to breathe.
He must be losing it, for his mind to linger on a silent offer of support.
Scoffing softly to himself, he turns to cross the hall, slip into his own room. There he makes quick work to change out of the clothes he'd worn to go into Eulogy and into a pair of worn sleep pants and top before padding barefoot back to Lavi's room.
Pausing a moment at the door, he scowls at the chaos within for a moment before finally stepping into his partner's personal domain.
(It's odd, isn't it? How rarely they do that. His room and Lavi's - while there's no real rule of it between them, they rarely entered each other's personal space. Never took the time to look too closely at the things that they each had claimed for their own selves.)
Rather than wander the room, to take a closer inspection of all of the little things that Lavi has accumulated over the years, he crosses to the unkempt bed and frowns.
He's not crawling into that rat's nest.
Carefully, he sets the vial of norn on a bedside table and then begins the process of untangling sheets, pulling the bedding into a semblance of order.
It's something to do, to keep his hands busy while he waits on Lavi to return.]