[Impulse has Kanda reaching up to pluck the hand away from Lavi's face with a faint frown - not of disapproval, but an almost petulant annoyance.
After all, the man's only got one eye and when he does that, Kanda cannot see it from this angle. Therefore, the blockage clearly needs to go. Pulling over and down, he drops the hand to the surface of the bed, his own fingertips lingering to rest against the captured wrist.
Easily distracted for the moment, his own question is lost to the lazy, almost heavy feeling not one he's felt in a long, long while (and even then, medical sedation meant the circumstances were never this relaxed of his own accord), so when his head shifts with the wriggle beneath him, his frown - it's a frown because Kanda Yu does not pout, under any circumstances - deepens a little more until he shifts enough to turns his chin to poke at the other man's side, cheek sliding lazily against a lean stomach.]
Mmmm... but I'm comfortable.
[ Gaze flickering over to the bedside table, he reaches up with his free arm to point back, over his head, at the stack of papers and mess there.] What about those? Then I wouldn't have to move.
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After all, the man's only got one eye and when he does that, Kanda cannot see it from this angle. Therefore, the blockage clearly needs to go. Pulling over and down, he drops the hand to the surface of the bed, his own fingertips lingering to rest against the captured wrist.
Easily distracted for the moment, his own question is lost to the lazy, almost heavy feeling not one he's felt in a long, long while (and even then, medical sedation meant the circumstances were never this relaxed of his own accord), so when his head shifts with the wriggle beneath him, his frown - it's a frown because Kanda Yu does not pout, under any circumstances - deepens a little more until he shifts enough to turns his chin to poke at the other man's side, cheek sliding lazily against a lean stomach.]
Mmmm... but I'm comfortable.
[ Gaze flickering over to the bedside table, he reaches up with his free arm to point back, over his head, at the stack of papers and mess there.] What about those? Then I wouldn't have to move.