He's not sure what he expects once that pill disappears. Old stories and phantoms stir at the banks of his memory, paint the scene something potentially fantastic amidst the electic chaos of his room. Lacking comparative material, he imagines Yu beginning some kind of strange journey inside his head, and he's not entirely wrong.
When Kanda's gaze tracks back and meet his own, Lavi raises an eyebrow in quiet question, ignoring the low sense of discomfort with the willfulness of the eye contact. At some point in the last few weeks this sort of exchange has become common for them--where words aren't shared but looks, meaningful yet ambiguous, convey what neither party wants to bring out in the open.
What he sees when he looks at Yu is someone wanting confirmation. Someone who needs to hear everything will be okay.
(But it probably won't be.)
Still, not every lie told need be selfish. Sometimes, half-truths can be acts of charity, and though he's sure that Kanda would rage if he ever framed it that way, that's ultimately not up to Kanda.
His intentions, as ever, as his own to hide or display as he likes.
Sitting upright with a stifled yawn (his bed isn't actually all that uncomfortable, maybe he should use it more often), Lavi nods, rearranging long limbs to mirror Yu's posture. ]
I don't really need to sleep more than I do, I guess.
[ Not that he'd be entirely opposed to it, but he'll make for a poor watcher if he's likewise inundated with drugs. Elbows resting on his knees, he props his chin between his hands and nudges Yu's arm with his shoulder. ]
Hey, don't worry about it so much. I'll be right here when you wake up.
[ He can't say that everything is going to be okay, he can't even say for sure that Yu will, in fact, wake up--but he can say that and speak an ounce of truth in the promise. ]
No matter what happens, an idiot rabbit is the first thing you'll see. Ease off the face though, okay? [ Rubs his nose again. ] I need to marry up if I wanna get somewhere in this life.
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He's not sure what he expects once that pill disappears. Old stories and phantoms stir at the banks of his memory, paint the scene something potentially fantastic amidst the electic chaos of his room. Lacking comparative material, he imagines Yu beginning some kind of strange journey inside his head, and he's not entirely wrong.
When Kanda's gaze tracks back and meet his own, Lavi raises an eyebrow in quiet question, ignoring the low sense of discomfort with the willfulness of the eye contact. At some point in the last few weeks this sort of exchange has become common for them--where words aren't shared but looks, meaningful yet ambiguous, convey what neither party wants to bring out in the open.
What he sees when he looks at Yu is someone wanting confirmation. Someone who needs to hear everything will be okay.
(But it probably won't be.)
Still, not every lie told need be selfish. Sometimes, half-truths can be acts of charity, and though he's sure that Kanda would rage if he ever framed it that way, that's ultimately not up to Kanda.
His intentions, as ever, as his own to hide or display as he likes.
Sitting upright with a stifled yawn (his bed isn't actually all that uncomfortable, maybe he should use it more often), Lavi nods, rearranging long limbs to mirror Yu's posture. ]
I don't really need to sleep more than I do, I guess.
[ Not that he'd be entirely opposed to it, but he'll make for a poor watcher if he's likewise inundated with drugs. Elbows resting on his knees, he props his chin between his hands and nudges Yu's arm with his shoulder. ]
Hey, don't worry about it so much. I'll be right here when you wake up.
[ He can't say that everything is going to be okay, he can't even say for sure that Yu will, in fact, wake up--but he can say that and speak an ounce of truth in the promise. ]
No matter what happens, an idiot rabbit is the first thing you'll see. Ease off the face though, okay? [ Rubs his nose again. ] I need to marry up if I wanna get somewhere in this life.