Ah... [Sparing a glance towards the kitchen. He's hesitant to just leave the kid sitting there, but... at the same time, he doubted Allen would really be able to do much at that point, not without him realizing. So he nods, standing up straight once more and rubbing the back of his head as he wanders over to find something for the kid to drink.]
Did you only want water? We have a lot of stuff for tea, too...
[pausing slightly. ....for as long as he'd been living in the room, Allen had never once actually made tea. Lavi always did that. He picks up the pot, staring at it somewhat dubiously.
...it couldn't be that hard, right?
Right. Right. Water first. ....He's pretty sure he just has to let that boil, so he sets about filling the pot and setting that on the ministovetop, or... Whatever the hell Lavi has in there for making tea.]
[Meanwhile, while Hobollen's busy puzzling over the complexities of tea-making, Mean is putting Operation Escape Deathbed into action.
If Hobo's paying close attention, he'll hear a quiet thump, followed by the patter of bare feet as someone moves rather fast for a recently-mauled kid with a couple hours to live. It's amazing what you can do when you're determined and literally have nothing left to lose. If he's not caught, Mean's making a bee line for the door and into the hallway.]
[It's a terrible smell, honestly. But not much more so than the sound of a body slowly beginning to shut down, bit by bit.
Allen's silent for a moment, watching his hand on Lavi's shoulder, before he moves to wrap his arms around the redhead and pull him close again. His shoulders have started to shake.]
Did... D-did you want to go anywhere else? A different courtyard, maybe... [Or just not the bench they're sitting on. Anything.]
A-alright. So just... like this, then? [The embrace tightens, just a little bit, before relaxing again. He almost wishes he couldn't hear him dying - but he suspects that might be selfish, and doesn't allow the thought to linger. He refused to feel sorry for himself over this.]
I'm sorry, yeah. For leaving so sudden. You'll be all right?
[Because he really needs to know that Allen will keep going, even if it's hard at first. He wants Allen to have that happy life he never had back in his home world]
[It is somewhat of a comfort; Allen lets out a soft, slightly relieved sound, and tilts his head towards one of Lavi's hand. Though that might just be because there isn't any attention being paid to his torn apart abdomen anymore. He tries to lift a hand to Lavi's face, but it seems like he doesn't have the energy for it; his arm will only go up about halfway.]
...I don't want to. Do... don't think I have a choice, though... [He manages a small smile.] Sorry, Lavi... I really wanted to stay here with you.
[Lavi takes that hand before it can fall back to the couch and helps lift it to his own cheek. Though his heart aches and his vision goes blurry from unshed tears, he's unable to cry. As if his body isn't quite sure why or how he's supposed to]
[Manages a shaky smile back]
I'll be waiting here when... [Because it's when, not if, damn it. This wasn't the last time he was going to see Allen] you come back.
[Allen brushes his thumb over Lavi's cheekbone, his own smile widening slightly. It was getting harder to hear things the way he usually did, and despite trying his damnedest, he couldn't hear Lavi's heartbeat. It put him to sleep almost every day - it would have been nice if he could go to sleep to it now. But he could feel it under his fingertips, and that was good enough for him.]
...I know you will. [Except... he doesn't know how to say that it doesn't really feel like there will be a when this time around.] Look after-- Allen for me, okay? It isn't fair that I did that to her and ha... h-have to go so soon...
Of course, yeah. I'll make sure that she has someone to support her. And I'll keep an eye out for the ferret, so that you can give him an earful when you come back. And I'll keep your brother distracted until you come back. Mr. Bitey, too, if you don't mind me not being the most civil person in the world.
Guess not... [Still, he hopes that will help later. Maybe more in the Kanda's favor than his own - but that hardly mattered. He probably wouldn't be much of a thought by then, and whichever Kanda it was and Lenalee would be alive, and that was that. The dead had no right to interfere in the lives of the living, and if he died... that applied to him as well.
He had that problem a lot when he first got here - still does from time to time. But it seems this place hides things from you most often when you really need it.] ...I'm-- sorry for this.
[You underestimate your roll in Lenalee's world, Allen. You may not be an enormous piece just yet, but you're certainly in that puzzle-pieced map. Which is exactly why she's reacting so badly, beginning to pant from the sheer speed she takes the corners.] Don't apologize. J-just... I don't know, b-breathe.
[She sounds slightly hysterical, a weird note of desperate amusement tacking itself on at the end, as well as a silent 'please'. Is that even a prudent thing to say?]
[He'd... be terribly confused if he knew that, honestly. But he'd hate to make a pretty girl cry. He laughs lightly at the suggestion, though it sounds far from actual laughter, too clogged with blood in his shredded lung.] Don't actually... need to breathe. [But if the very slight grin is any indication, he sort of found it amusing in a weird, vampy sort of way.]
H-hey... don't let any of my blood get in-- any wounds, okay?
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[It doesn't matter that you don't have to breathe! It's the meaning behind the words-- 'stay with me'. Her lips do a weird thing where they can't decide if they want to be a smile or frown as she pulls him a little closer. If she had any wounds on her it would certainly be difficult to keep their blood separate. Her hands are covered from when she caught him earlier.]
No... I can't... [He doesn't want to die like that, hooked up to a dozen different machines that won't do shit to actually keep him alive. Anything, anything but that. He'd rather die right there in the hall. Still, even his more forceful tone has an obviously weak edge to it. If she tried, she'd probably be able to drag him to a clinic anyway.] It won't help me...
[Really, his tone worries her enough that she doesn't want to drag him anywhere. She stares at him for a long moment, as if trying to decide something.]
[Shaking his head numbly, though he stays leaning against the wall. Not... really looking at Sleeper. Maybe he's trying to convince himself it's someone else there, that she wasn't the one to find him like this.]
Mum... mum died in one of those beds... I don't want to, too...
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Ah... [Sparing a glance towards the kitchen. He's hesitant to just leave the kid sitting there, but... at the same time, he doubted Allen would really be able to do much at that point, not without him realizing. So he nods, standing up straight once more and rubbing the back of his head as he wanders over to find something for the kid to drink.]
Did you only want water? We have a lot of stuff for tea, too...
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...it couldn't be that hard, right?
Right. Right. Water first. ....He's pretty sure he just has to let that boil, so he sets about filling the pot and setting that on the ministovetop, or... Whatever the hell Lavi has in there for making tea.]
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If Hobo's paying close attention, he'll hear a quiet thump, followed by the patter of bare feet as someone moves rather fast for a recently-mauled kid with a couple hours to live. It's amazing what you can do when you're determined and literally have nothing left to lose. If he's not caught, Mean's making a bee line for the door and into the hallway.]
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[It's a terrible smell, honestly. But not much more so than the sound of a body slowly beginning to shut down, bit by bit.
Allen's silent for a moment, watching his hand on Lavi's shoulder, before he moves to wrap his arms around the redhead and pull him close again. His shoulders have started to shake.]
Did... D-did you want to go anywhere else? A different courtyard, maybe... [Or just not the bench they're sitting on. Anything.]
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I'm with you, yeah. I don't need anything else.
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I'm sorry, yeah. For leaving so sudden. You'll be all right?
[Because he really needs to know that Allen will keep going, even if it's hard at first. He wants Allen to have that happy life he never had back in his home world]
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[It is somewhat of a comfort; Allen lets out a soft, slightly relieved sound, and tilts his head towards one of Lavi's hand. Though that might just be because there isn't any attention being paid to his torn apart abdomen anymore. He tries to lift a hand to Lavi's face, but it seems like he doesn't have the energy for it; his arm will only go up about halfway.]
...I don't want to. Do... don't think I have a choice, though... [He manages a small smile.] Sorry, Lavi... I really wanted to stay here with you.
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[Manages a shaky smile back]
I'll be waiting here when... [Because it's when, not if, damn it. This wasn't the last time he was going to see Allen] you come back.
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...I know you will. [Except... he doesn't know how to say that it doesn't really feel like there will be a when this time around.] Look after-- Allen for me, okay? It isn't fair that I did that to her and ha... h-have to go so soon...
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Of course, yeah. I'll make sure that she has someone to support her. And I'll keep an eye out for the ferret, so that you can give him an earful when you come back. And I'll keep your brother distracted until you come back. Mr. Bitey, too, if you don't mind me not being the most civil person in the world.
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Guess not... [Still, he hopes that will help later. Maybe more in the Kanda's favor than his own - but that hardly mattered. He probably wouldn't be much of a thought by then, and whichever Kanda it was and Lenalee would be alive, and that was that. The dead had no right to interfere in the lives of the living, and if he died... that applied to him as well.
He had that problem a lot when he first got here - still does from time to time. But it seems this place hides things from you most often when you really need it.] ...I'm-- sorry for this.
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[She sounds slightly hysterical, a weird note of desperate amusement tacking itself on at the end, as well as a silent 'please'. Is that even a prudent thing to say?]
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H-hey... don't let any of my blood get in-- any wounds, okay?
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I'm not bleeding.
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No... I can't... [He doesn't want to die like that, hooked up to a dozen different machines that won't do shit to actually keep him alive. Anything, anything but that. He'd rather die right there in the hall. Still, even his more forceful tone has an obviously weak edge to it. If she tried, she'd probably be able to drag him to a clinic anyway.] It won't help me...
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[Really, his tone worries her enough that she doesn't want to drag him anywhere. She stares at him for a long moment, as if trying to decide something.]
[Maybe if they just sit here...]
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Mum... mum died in one of those beds... I don't want to, too...
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... o-okay. No..... no clinic. How about we go to my room? Can you do that?
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