[ at least it's actually weed and not like human flesh smell anymore. at the fingertap he does FROWN just because like. shut up he plays that game too. but anyways, onto the question....... ]
... You can.
[ whether he answers...... he'll have to see. he does seem to settle in pretty easily though. ]
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I hurt way worse this time, but I'm better here.
[he taps his head. can't have emotions if you're better at repressing them,]
...Can I ask you something? It's about Bixing.
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... You can.
[ whether he answers...... he'll have to see. he does seem to settle in pretty easily though. ]
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he looks like he's thinking it over, then]
...Is he sick?
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[he says 'all the time', but not to the point where they'd leave a permanent place on his skin, not like Bixing's.]
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... No...
Not like that.
[ he pauses ]
Did Lu Bixing ever tell you anything about... before we died?
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...He only told me what happened to you. That he thought you died in an explosion, and that he spent seventeen years believing that.
[which now he thinks about it, makes sense of Bixing. He seems like the type of person who'd talk about everyone else before himself.]
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[ he lowers his eyes ]
He didn't have those when I had to leave him.
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Lavi thinks of the gulf of grief, of Bixing's voice, almost unnaturally steady.]
...Did you ask him about them?
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I know what they're from.
He's taken out the years on himself. I don't want it to ever come to that again.
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...Grief can make ya do a lot of things.
[it sounds so very trite, but Lavi means them. He's had an up close and personal view on grief for so much of his life,]
...I hope he doesn't have to anymore, now that you're with him.