[ he bites the inside of his lip, avoiding eye contact— contemplative with his words, more worried about what it sounded like more than anything, but . . . soon, he's inhaling, appearance only slightly calmer, tone taking a more serious turn. ]
—I need them.
[ he made that point— but this time, he says it quietly, reaching the beginnings of a hush, though with firmness. ]
To protect my friends, or anyone— I need them. To fight.
[ his brows furrow with worry— he already mentioned he didn't like fighting, never took pleasure in it. with every punch came a tiny prayer to end it all in peace. ]
[ for a good, long moment, nic says nothing. the air between them hasn't changed since tsuna himself changed — straightened up just a little bit more, met nic's eyes a little more directly, chin tipped up in resolve. his tone is lost on nic, but the older man can still sense in the way he moves, or doesn't move. in the way he still stands there, when he could have just as easily turned away.
sometimes, he'd told tsuna once, you don't get a choice. sometimes fighting is all you can do. and when that moment comes, why shouldn't you take all the help you can get?
after all, it isn't about you. it's about the people behind you.
without a word, nic stoops down and scoops up the little bottle of pills. slightly lighter than the one currently burning a hole into his pocket. this he presses into tsuna's hand, forcing the boy's fingers to curl tight around it. ]
[ they were the only thing he had— at least, the thing he thought that changed things ( it's an illusion, a trick that he didn't see through his own capability yet ). tsuna's surprised enough to not say a word when given the bottle back, fingers following the movement nic makes and tightening on his own at the end, grasp constricting. he wouldn't lose it, it gave him condition to fight for those who couldn't, or shield those that could. not when those people were too precious to lose ( but everyone, in the end, was precious. they were alive ). ]
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—I need them.
[ he made that point— but this time, he says it quietly, reaching the beginnings of a hush, though with firmness. ]
To protect my friends, or anyone— I need them. To fight.
[ his brows furrow with worry— he already mentioned he didn't like fighting, never took pleasure in it. with every punch came a tiny prayer to end it all in peace. ]
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sometimes, he'd told tsuna once, you don't get a choice. sometimes fighting is all you can do. and when that moment comes, why shouldn't you take all the help you can get?
after all, it isn't about you. it's about the people behind you.
without a word, nic stoops down and scoops up the little bottle of pills. slightly lighter than the one currently burning a hole into his pocket. this he presses into tsuna's hand, forcing the boy's fingers to curl tight around it. ]
so DON't lOse THeM So EAsiLy.
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I won't.