[These last few months must have been pretty bad from Lavi's perspective, if he's looking at Kanda like that now, speaking to him with concern - real concern - threading through softly spoken words, reflected in an intent gaze.
It's a shared secret, a shared confidence that had laced the air between them, drawn them closer than either of them had ever intended to get.
Three years this man's partner... and only now are they really, truly, beginning to see each other.
It's a daunting realization, and one he instinctively wants to shy away from... and yet. Whether it's because of illness or fatigue or the wearing down of time or circumstances - he doesn't know how to put that distance back between them.
Surprisingly, he doesn't really want to, either.
Because this part of his partner, the part that looks at him, sees him with all his faults and flaws, this part that doesn't look away... this part that lets him see what's left behind the title and the mask... it's a gift, in a sense. Honesty for honesty, a truth finally meeting sincerity.
Looking up into that anxious gaze, Kanda can only let out a shuddered breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding, before he nods slowly. A flicker of lashes while he tries to reign in the tumultuous thoughts chasing each other in circles in his mind, the (likely) vain hope that Lavi's usually sharp perception hasn't quite caught on to the chaotic vein of his own thoughts as he offers a small, crooked smile, honest weariness reflected in the curve of his lips.]
...I'm getting there. So, for once, how 'bout we focus on you for a change?
[Pausing at that, he holds that gaze steadily and reaches out to reclaim the cloth, to once more ease the other man back in his seat.]
You need to rest, and heal. Noah [his voice catches slightly, because it wouldn't be just the ship, but himself as well... and he's only just starting to realize that] will never forgive me if anything happens to you, idiot rabbit.
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It's a shared secret, a shared confidence that had laced the air between them, drawn them closer than either of them had ever intended to get.
Three years this man's partner... and only now are they really, truly, beginning to see each other.
It's a daunting realization, and one he instinctively wants to shy away from... and yet. Whether it's because of illness or fatigue or the wearing down of time or circumstances - he doesn't know how to put that distance back between them.
Surprisingly, he doesn't really want to, either.
Because this part of his partner, the part that looks at him, sees him with all his faults and flaws, this part that doesn't look away... this part that lets him see what's left behind the title and the mask... it's a gift, in a sense. Honesty for honesty, a truth finally meeting sincerity.
Looking up into that anxious gaze, Kanda can only let out a shuddered breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding, before he nods slowly. A flicker of lashes while he tries to reign in the tumultuous thoughts chasing each other in circles in his mind, the (likely) vain hope that Lavi's usually sharp perception hasn't quite caught on to the chaotic vein of his own thoughts as he offers a small, crooked smile, honest weariness reflected in the curve of his lips.]
...I'm getting there. So, for once, how 'bout we focus on you for a change?
[Pausing at that, he holds that gaze steadily and reaches out to reclaim the cloth, to once more ease the other man back in his seat.]
You need to rest, and heal. Noah [his voice catches slightly, because it wouldn't be just the ship, but himself as well... and he's only just starting to realize that] will never forgive me if anything happens to you, idiot rabbit.