so why do you fill my sorrow

[selfdeluded]

[At most, it's probably an hour or two past sundown when Allen finally wanders back to his and Lavi's room, after a full day without coming back. Which was unusual for Allen, since he usually told Lavi when he'd be out that long

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[besomeothername]

[Of course, Lavi was home. And pacing. And the room was so clean and neat and organized, Allen might mistake it for someone else's room if not for the smell. Which it smells like orchids right now, because there is a GIANT bouquet of them on the table. And blood bags. And history books. And blank music sheets]

[It was almost as if gathering enough Allen-like items would enough to bring Allen back to him the next day. A strange ritual that Lavi usually participated in when he was worried about something. And Lavi was worried. They had fought an awful lot the last time he had seen Allen]

[Turning toward him during his pacing with a smile]

Allen! You're-

[besomeothername]

[Staring at those injuries]

Allen. Allen, what happened?

[selfdeluded]

[He can't quite help but pause a bit at the door to stare at all the things that Lavi has gathered in his short little absence. So many new music sheets, and flowers, and books... and blood! Though he could go for something fresher right now.]

...ah? [Lifting his head to look at Lavi, slightly confused... and then he raises a hand to his lips, glances down at his other hand. Oh-- he'd thought they would've healed by now... he hasn't been eating enough, clearly.]

Sorry... I thought they would've healed by now..

[besomeothername]

[He knows bagged blood is bad for Allen, but he couldn't help himself. What if Allen was hungry when he came home and refused to drink his blood like he usually did? What was he supposed to do then]

[But all of that is ignored for the time being, as Lavi easily closes the distance so he can carefully pick up Allen's wrist in his hands. And then he takes a few long seconds to inspect that damage]

What hurt you?