[Claus always had been the one to try being brave first, hadn't he? Always full of bluster and enthusiasm, always trying to run headfirst into everything. (Always the hasty one--) There had once been a time when Lucas was more timid, and cautious, and easy to frighten...and it'd been alright, because he always knew Claus would be there to sprint right over and throw himself in front. --It was very strange and bittersweet, yesterday, to be able to see through Claus's brave front now, to find him admitting to weakness that was no fault of his own. It's yet another of many different things, and it'd made Lucas wonder, for the first time, just how much he himself had changed. (He wonders if Claus can tell. He wonders how Claus feels about it. But that's--sort of awkward to ask out loud, you know?)
The fact that Claus is even here right now is definitely some kind of miracle in itself, though, even despite all the lingering damage and pains. He might be chalking it up to Lucas's healing skills, but Lucas himself would say it's ill-placed credit; after all, he'd tried his best, but he'd been so very sad and exhausted after that fight...he'd barely had enough PSI left in him for much of anything, hadn't he? Yet somehow--for some reason--Claus hadn't quite given his last breath, before Lucas could reach the Needle. And when he'd made his wish, well...
Yeah, it might have had something to do with that.
(He hopes mom understands. That she's alright with it--with Claus not going to her just yet. Not for a little while still, at least--)
Hm, no pain, then that's good. Just aches...there are some things that even Lucas can't fix up completely, and he's had to accept that those sorts of aches are going to be one of them. Duster is the same way, with his leg--though Claus is rather worse off, by a long shot. Lucas nods a little against his pillow, and reigns in further fussing by addressing that second bit instead.]
It's, definitely, pretty late by now...I bet it's midnight at least. [It ought to be rueful, but it comes out sort of amused instead. Claus's smile is contagious, after all, and Lucas is smiling back without even thinking about it; secretive, as if it's three years earlier and they're both being rebellious about curfew, the threat of mom's scolding should they be caught an exciting sort of terror. (And how nice it is, to see Claus smiling--no, that'll never stop squeezing something painfully glad, in his heart. After all that time staring down the grim and emotionless visage of the Masked Man...these expressions, too, are a miracle to see. Concrete proof that Claus really is back).] ...Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I go outside and visit Boney. Moving around can get you tired eventually...
[Granted, he never had a very hard time sleeping when he was small. But after things changed, well...yeah. Lucas is quiet for a moment after that, smile fading just a bit in favor of something thoughtful...before he's shifting again, this time to reach over and tug at one of Claus's sleeves just a bit. --Old habit. He doesn't even think about doing it, but maybe it's this weird sort of nostalgia setting in, and--] ...Hey. You wanna go outside now?
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The fact that Claus is even here right now is definitely some kind of miracle in itself, though, even despite all the lingering damage and pains. He might be chalking it up to Lucas's healing skills, but Lucas himself would say it's ill-placed credit; after all, he'd tried his best, but he'd been so very sad and exhausted after that fight...he'd barely had enough PSI left in him for much of anything, hadn't he? Yet somehow--for some reason--Claus hadn't quite given his last breath, before Lucas could reach the Needle. And when he'd made his wish, well...
Yeah, it might have had something to do with that.
(He hopes mom understands. That she's alright with it--with Claus not going to her just yet. Not for a little while still, at least--)
Hm, no pain, then that's good. Just aches...there are some things that even Lucas can't fix up completely, and he's had to accept that those sorts of aches are going to be one of them. Duster is the same way, with his leg--though Claus is rather worse off, by a long shot. Lucas nods a little against his pillow, and reigns in further fussing by addressing that second bit instead.]
It's, definitely, pretty late by now...I bet it's midnight at least. [It ought to be rueful, but it comes out sort of amused instead. Claus's smile is contagious, after all, and Lucas is smiling back without even thinking about it; secretive, as if it's three years earlier and they're both being rebellious about curfew, the threat of mom's scolding should they be caught an exciting sort of terror. (And how nice it is, to see Claus smiling--no, that'll never stop squeezing something painfully glad, in his heart. After all that time staring down the grim and emotionless visage of the Masked Man...these expressions, too, are a miracle to see. Concrete proof that Claus really is back).] ...Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I go outside and visit Boney. Moving around can get you tired eventually...
[Granted, he never had a very hard time sleeping when he was small. But after things changed, well...yeah. Lucas is quiet for a moment after that, smile fading just a bit in favor of something thoughtful...before he's shifting again, this time to reach over and tug at one of Claus's sleeves just a bit. --Old habit. He doesn't even think about doing it, but maybe it's this weird sort of nostalgia setting in, and--] ...Hey. You wanna go outside now?