[Something Kanda’s never really known what to do with, is deal with a person crying. It’s ever been something that leaves him at a loss, and with anyone else, he would have recoiled at being subjected to it.
As it is, all he can really do is ignore the awkward helplessness of it and wait out the storm with a patience he’s rarely shown anyone – because in this, it’s certainly not just anyone.
Lavi is someone that Kanda knows is strong, steady, but human all the same – for all that he tries to be otherwise. So as many times as this man has tried to help him in recent months, has stood beside him, watched him struggle against fractures within his own mind… in this moment, Kanda can do no less than carry the weight of Lavi’s own guilt and release, the acknowledgement in those quiet words of faith.
One brush of lips, another to ghost over his own face, lips leaving a lingering warmth in their wake, before he answers that attempt at a smile with a smaller, quieter one of his own, head shaking lightly to negate the apology.]
…Don’t be stupid. I’ll dry.
[But then he cants his head to the side, brows furrowing slightly as he shifts back somewhat reluctantly, the arm slung low around his partner staying firm despite the shift.]
C’mon… I saved the soup from earlier. Think you’re steady enough to make it to the couch?
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As it is, all he can really do is ignore the awkward helplessness of it and wait out the storm with a patience he’s rarely shown anyone – because in this, it’s certainly not just anyone.
Lavi is someone that Kanda knows is strong, steady, but human all the same – for all that he tries to be otherwise. So as many times as this man has tried to help him in recent months, has stood beside him, watched him struggle against fractures within his own mind… in this moment, Kanda can do no less than carry the weight of Lavi’s own guilt and release, the acknowledgement in those quiet words of faith.
One brush of lips, another to ghost over his own face, lips leaving a lingering warmth in their wake, before he answers that attempt at a smile with a smaller, quieter one of his own, head shaking lightly to negate the apology.]
…Don’t be stupid. I’ll dry.
[But then he cants his head to the side, brows furrowing slightly as he shifts back somewhat reluctantly, the arm slung low around his partner staying firm despite the shift.]
C’mon… I saved the soup from earlier. Think you’re steady enough to make it to the couch?