[Just a single word and a gruff tone, because what's he supposed to say to that? Lavi's not one to normally be so open and, more than anything else his partner has done, it's enough to put Kanda a little off balance.
More so, with something so simple as a shaky laugh and the ghost of an honest smile.
Falsehoods and distance are easy things for him to combat (and when did he start considering them something he has to combat?), but tired sincerity?
He's sure this isn't something Lavi would show so willingly, if he weren't ill. (It's vulnerability, and an unconscious trust. It's another link added to the ties binding them together - only this one isn't one of Kanda's own forging for once) And he knows that this isn't something Lavi would have ever allowed him to see, if his body wasn't too busy fighting something so draining, something hell bent on killing everyone it touched.
Fortunately for them both, Kanda has no intention of letting it lay either of them low for long.
So for now he reaches out, places a hand, fingers splayed, over the center of Lavi's chest, pushes him with care back into the seat before the man has a chance to fall out of the chair - because he'd seen the way hands shook before the bowl was set down.
He can feel the extra warmth through the thin layer of the other man's shirt, lets the unease of it settle hollowly in his own chest as he shifts around, reaches down with his free to dip it in the icy water. This he lifts to trace over his partner's forehead, his gaze somber as he watches his own fingers leave damp lines across an already sweat-soaked brow.]
You sleep any more and you're never gonna wake up. Just eat your damn soup, Lavi, before I force it down your throat.
[More gruff words and empty threats. Easier to say than a simple 'I'm worried' for Kanda, any day. ]
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[Just a single word and a gruff tone, because what's he supposed to say to that? Lavi's not one to normally be so open and, more than anything else his partner has done, it's enough to put Kanda a little off balance.
More so, with something so simple as a shaky laugh and the ghost of an honest smile.
Falsehoods and distance are easy things for him to combat (and when did he start considering them something he has to combat?), but tired sincerity?
He's sure this isn't something Lavi would show so willingly, if he weren't ill. (It's vulnerability, and an unconscious trust. It's another link added to the ties binding them together - only this one isn't one of Kanda's own forging for once) And he knows that this isn't something Lavi would have ever allowed him to see, if his body wasn't too busy fighting something so draining, something hell bent on killing everyone it touched.
Fortunately for them both, Kanda has no intention of letting it lay either of them low for long.
So for now he reaches out, places a hand, fingers splayed, over the center of Lavi's chest, pushes him with care back into the seat before the man has a chance to fall out of the chair - because he'd seen the way hands shook before the bowl was set down.
He can feel the extra warmth through the thin layer of the other man's shirt, lets the unease of it settle hollowly in his own chest as he shifts around, reaches down with his free to dip it in the icy water. This he lifts to trace over his partner's forehead, his gaze somber as he watches his own fingers leave damp lines across an already sweat-soaked brow.]
You sleep any more and you're never gonna wake up. Just eat your damn soup, Lavi, before I force it down your throat.
[More gruff words and empty threats. Easier to say than a simple 'I'm worried' for Kanda, any day. ]