[He lifted his head a little more as Lighter leaned into his space, no longer so avoidant. No longer so afraid that the things he can't help being might poison everything good he's managed to build for himself here.]
...It doesn't. But...I was right. [A long beat.] ...You really are a kind man at heart.
[He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, feeling the weight of everything settle into his bones.] You're sure I can't help you with the paperwork? I probably shouldn't be speaking to clients right now, but...
[He really won't know what to do with himself if he isn't keeping busy with something.]
[If Lighter allowed himself to resent Maxima over where he came from, well... he'd be no better than folks who thought that of him. Maxima's a good man. A good friend.
Lighter hoped this Takame guy could find it in his heart to at least hear Maxima out. If only for his friend's sake. That's all he could do.
He did find himself scratching the back of his head a bit sheepishly.]
Hah, c'mon now this ain't about me. Besides, look who's talking.
[Said while giving Maxima a light pat on the back.]
I've got it all covered. Give yourself a couple days to just veg out and recover. It'll do you some good.
[It's really Maxima's work, but he's under instructions to try not to think about that.]
But...I wouldn't mind the company, either. Not that I think I'm likely to be very good company right now.
[His canine instincts were strong this month. If asked, that's the excuse he would give for the way he stared at Lighter's hand, his soft floppy ears twitching slightly.]
Eh, it's fine. Call it an early lunch break and I've still got time on it.
[They get mandated breaks, so Maxima can't protest that logic. At seeing that little flick of the ears, Lighter started scratching behind them gently. He's been around enough dogs to know what that meant.]
Company's company. I don't mind helping a friend out this way.
[As soon as Lighter touched his ears, half the tension seemed to leave Maxima's body. Sometimes there's no comfort that can surpass just bypassing the thoughts and striking right at the animal instincts. He leaned his head into the touch, appreciative both of the comfort willingly offered and the fact that he'd been understood without words.]
You are a good friend.
[Both to him and in general. Better that he deserved, really, though he knew better than to voice that where it could be shot down.]
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...It doesn't. But...I was right. [A long beat.] ...You really are a kind man at heart.
[He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, feeling the weight of everything settle into his bones.] You're sure I can't help you with the paperwork? I probably shouldn't be speaking to clients right now, but...
[He really won't know what to do with himself if he isn't keeping busy with something.]
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Lighter hoped this Takame guy could find it in his heart to at least hear Maxima out. If only for his friend's sake. That's all he could do.
He did find himself scratching the back of his head a bit sheepishly.]
Hah, c'mon now this ain't about me. Besides, look who's talking.
[Said while giving Maxima a light pat on the back.]
I've got it all covered. Give yourself a couple days to just veg out and recover. It'll do you some good.
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[He sighed. Let himself fall backward onto the bed, a touch melodramatically. Maybe he's allowed just a little bit of dramatics, after all that.]
...I'll try. ...I don't know what I'll do, but I'll try.
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That's all I'm asking. Watch a movie, take a walk... figure out a new hobby or something. [A light shrug.] You'll figure it out.
I'll stick around with you a bit longer before I head back, if you want.
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[It's really Maxima's work, but he's under instructions to try not to think about that.]
But...I wouldn't mind the company, either. Not that I think I'm likely to be very good company right now.
[His canine instincts were strong this month. If asked, that's the excuse he would give for the way he stared at Lighter's hand, his soft floppy ears twitching slightly.]
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[They get mandated breaks, so Maxima can't protest that logic. At seeing that little flick of the ears, Lighter started scratching behind them gently. He's been around enough dogs to know what that meant.]
Company's company. I don't mind helping a friend out this way.
[It kept him from dwelling.]
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You are a good friend.
[Both to him and in general. Better that he deserved, really, though he knew better than to voice that where it could be shot down.]
...Thank you, then.