[ he's nodding bc he knows nameless as cosmos. he does immediately frown tho because that's like. a kid who was just born basically and two injured people? hello????
lavi starts coughing and lin just immediately grabs whatever wastebasket it nearby and holds it under him, a hand immediately on his back to just rub carefully because maybe it's impulse maybe it's that he doesn't know what to do and feels oddly helpless because what's caring about someone else this much?
he's unfortunately wordless until it eases up, focused on just trying to soothe as best he can. weird feel. ]
[DON'T SAY UNFORTUNATELY WORDLESS sometimes all you need is that comforting back pat. thankfully, Lavi stops coughing almost as quickly as it started, gripping the edges of the wastebasket as he pulls himself back up to sitting,]
anyways, he'll still support the bucket if he needs and kind of stays closer now, hovering a little unhappily. is he... worried? wow. he's worried. and it's like etched in his brow so uncharacteristically. a bitch has forgotten how to be stoic as shit. ]
How often?
[ hand does not leave back. it stays, steady with care. ]
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Tuuri, and Cosmos. Nameless --
[he doubles over suddenly, gasping, and then starts coughing out like a metric ton of blood, it's fine]
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lavi starts coughing and lin just immediately grabs whatever wastebasket it nearby and holds it under him, a hand immediately on his back to just rub carefully because maybe it's impulse maybe it's that he doesn't know what to do and feels oddly helpless because what's caring about someone else this much?
he's unfortunately wordless until it eases up, focused on just trying to soothe as best he can. weird feel. ]
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Sorry. [grimace] It keeps happening.
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anyways, he'll still support the bucket if he needs and kind of stays closer now, hovering a little unhappily. is he... worried? wow. he's worried. and it's like etched in his brow so uncharacteristically. a bitch has forgotten how to be stoic as shit. ]
How often?
[ hand does not leave back. it stays, steady with care. ]
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Lavi does look guilty at the obvious worry he can read in Jingheng's expression,]
...Maybe three -- four times so far? [probably four,] It comes and goes, but it never stays long.
[the hand is nice, even though he's half-expecting a nice knock to the head. like his gramps would.]
Did you have anything like that from your journey? Like an effect or something.