[ He draws back, an animal thoroughly taken by the notion of flight, but he is much too slow, much too weak, and were it not for the hand bracing his arm in a bruising grip, he would surely fall with the effort. The fingers spread over his mouth beckon the edge of teeth, but he resists, taming the panic within for a semblance of normalcy.
This is a game now; a match of wits and wills, and while his mind is addled with murkiness of disease, his instincts are sharper for it, more ruthless.
If he has any hope of overriding the command protocol, he must appeal to the AI in a way that it can understand. His heart must be steady while Yu's rises, his blood pressure even.
So that narrowed gaze is met with a confused blink, muscles tense but not seeking further escape. He glances slightly to the side, seeking confirmation in the apparition that has served him so well in the past.
But the phantom fades out of view between one blink and the next, and it's his own damaged psyche that must provide guidance.
He decides to step forward then, not away. Long fingers rise gently to pull the hand from his smiling mouth, but rather than fling it away for the sake of freedom, he twines his own digits between the would-be captors and tugs to draw the other man closer.
(--this is what Yu wants, isn't it? To make Lavi look at him like that, to unfurl the scriptures of his learning so thoroughly that the words fall into nothingness and he's irrevocably tainted by the common world.)
Nervous laughter on his lips, false warmth in the lowered voice as he closes their proximity so that there's nary a whisper's space between them, the heat radiating off Kanda's skin permeating into his own. ]
Are you feeling okay, Yu?
[ His head cants, free hand rising to brush strands of sleep-mussed hair away from Yu's brow, touch trailing down his jaw before catching on the shorter man's chin, tilting it up ever so slightly. His expression is thoughtful, seemingly concerned, as he peers into that lovely face. ]
You're worrying me. You should really lie back down.
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This is a game now; a match of wits and wills, and while his mind is addled with murkiness of disease, his instincts are sharper for it, more ruthless.
If he has any hope of overriding the command protocol, he must appeal to the AI in a way that it can understand. His heart must be steady while Yu's rises, his blood pressure even.
So that narrowed gaze is met with a confused blink, muscles tense but not seeking further escape. He glances slightly to the side, seeking confirmation in the apparition that has served him so well in the past.
But the phantom fades out of view between one blink and the next, and it's his own damaged psyche that must provide guidance.
He decides to step forward then, not away. Long fingers rise gently to pull the hand from his smiling mouth, but rather than fling it away for the sake of freedom, he twines his own digits between the would-be captors and tugs to draw the other man closer.
(--this is what Yu wants, isn't it? To make Lavi look at him like that, to unfurl the scriptures of his learning so thoroughly that the words fall into nothingness and he's irrevocably tainted by the common world.)
Nervous laughter on his lips, false warmth in the lowered voice as he closes their proximity so that there's nary a whisper's space between them, the heat radiating off Kanda's skin permeating into his own. ]
Are you feeling okay, Yu?
[ His head cants, free hand rising to brush strands of sleep-mussed hair away from Yu's brow, touch trailing down his jaw before catching on the shorter man's chin, tilting it up ever so slightly. His expression is thoughtful, seemingly concerned, as he peers into that lovely face. ]
You're worrying me. You should really lie back down.