...she'd probably vent me out the airlock first chance she gets.
[There's something in that smile that pulls the ghost of an answer to his own, fingers absently carding damp bangs back once again. Despite the flush and the fever, there's something oddly endearing in the way Lavi's watching him, the attempt at levity that felt quieter. Real Shifting his gaze, he watches the way darkened locks fall over pale fingers, surprised to realize he was even doing so. Lavi's hair was surprisingly softer than he'd expected - even sweat soaked as it happens to be.
Despite all of that, it's... nice. Oddly calming to feel the light weight, the warmth of those strands glide over calloused fingertips.
Warm.
Shit.
Lavi's half out of it with a fever and what's he doing? Playing with the man's hair?
Jumping slightly, Kanda clears his throat and makes quick work of sliding the cool cloth over the back of Lavi's neck once again before turning back to retrieve the still steaming bowl of soup, offer it to Lavi.]
C'mon - can you sit up enough to eat? You haven't had anything even semi-solid in nearly two days.
[Later - the perpetual later for them when it comes to complicated thoughts, it seems. But later, he'll ask himself just what the hell he's even thinking. Now, he has a partner determined to avoid food despite his body's very real need of it.]
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[There's something in that smile that pulls the ghost of an answer to his own, fingers absently carding damp bangs back once again. Despite the flush and the fever, there's something oddly endearing in the way Lavi's watching him, the attempt at levity that felt quieter. Real Shifting his gaze, he watches the way darkened locks fall over pale fingers, surprised to realize he was even doing so. Lavi's hair was surprisingly softer than he'd expected - even sweat soaked as it happens to be.
Despite all of that, it's... nice. Oddly calming to feel the light weight, the warmth of those strands glide over calloused fingertips.
Warm.
Shit.
Lavi's half out of it with a fever and what's he doing? Playing with the man's hair?
Jumping slightly, Kanda clears his throat and makes quick work of sliding the cool cloth over the back of Lavi's neck once again before turning back to retrieve the still steaming bowl of soup, offer it to Lavi.]
C'mon - can you sit up enough to eat? You haven't had anything even semi-solid in nearly two days.
[Later - the perpetual later for them when it comes to complicated thoughts, it seems. But later, he'll ask himself just what the hell he's even thinking. Now, he has a partner determined to avoid food despite his body's very real need of it.]