[It's good at least one of them understands why Kanda's irritation spiked so hard, because Kanda? Doesn't exactly get it, but he does feel less tense about the entire situation, less on edge, uncertainty leaving him wavering indecisively.
Now, however, there's just enough heat left to have him shaking his head and reaching for the vial. A quick twist, the faint clink of a pill tumbling against glass before one falls harmlessly into his palm.
So much unease over something so small, not entirely banished, but...]
One way to find out.
[A grim statement hidden in an annoyed voice, before he lifts hand and tosses the pill into his mouth, swallows it dry. Making a face, he glances back to see where Lavi is, sky-blue clashing with verdant, the first time he's really stopped to look his partner in the eye, to really see and be seen.
What Lavi sees in that moment, he doesn't think he wants to know. Because whatever it is... it's his own weakness laid bare. His own inability to fix this himself, to regenerate a fracturing mind. What he doesn't what to know, or see, is if this grasp at a straw will be that step needed to push his partner closer to the door.
After all... he can count on all of one finger, the number of people in this 'verse he can have even a measure of trust. Now all he can do is pray to the trees he doesn't believe in that he's not abusing even that.
Whetting his lips, he swallows again, then shrugs a shoulder.]
...Bastard said the pills take longer than the kind you smoke, but [making a face, he just shakes his head] if I did that, you'd be affected to.
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[It's good at least one of them understands why Kanda's irritation spiked so hard, because Kanda? Doesn't exactly get it, but he does feel less tense about the entire situation, less on edge, uncertainty leaving him wavering indecisively.
Now, however, there's just enough heat left to have him shaking his head and reaching for the vial. A quick twist, the faint clink of a pill tumbling against glass before one falls harmlessly into his palm.
So much unease over something so small, not entirely banished, but...]
One way to find out.
[A grim statement hidden in an annoyed voice, before he lifts hand and tosses the pill into his mouth, swallows it dry. Making a face, he glances back to see where Lavi is, sky-blue clashing with verdant, the first time he's really stopped to look his partner in the eye, to really see and be seen.
What Lavi sees in that moment, he doesn't think he wants to know. Because whatever it is... it's his own weakness laid bare. His own inability to fix this himself, to regenerate a fracturing mind. What he doesn't what to know, or see, is if this grasp at a straw will be that step needed to push his partner closer to the door.
After all... he can count on all of one finger, the number of people in this 'verse he can have even a measure of trust. Now all he can do is pray to the trees he doesn't believe in that he's not abusing even that.
Whetting his lips, he swallows again, then shrugs a shoulder.]
...Bastard said the pills take longer than the kind you smoke, but [making a face, he just shakes his head] if I did that, you'd be affected to.