Chasma: Allen

[aono]

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[lefthandpath]

Mm... though, Rin. There isn't anything wrong with your way of handling things. It's just a bad time recently, that's all.

[aono]

...

[Rin finds himself glancing away, the search for more crumpled up balls of paper only serving as an excuse to not look Allen in the eyes. There's something guilty to his look too, a weight that wasn't there before. Or maybe it was, and Rin was just better at hiding it before.]

I think it's been 'a bad time' for a long, long time now.

[lefthandpath]

Well. I can't speak to sibling troubles.

... especially when one's an Exorcist and the other's part demon?

[he's pretty sure that's part of what Rin's talking about anyway.]

[aono]

[It's part of what Rin is talking about, so.]

I didn't even know I was part demon until a year ago. It's kinda scary, you know? But I thought it'd be okay, since Yukio's still here. As scary as it is, I still have him.

...I just wanna know what's on his mind. And I know he loves me, but I don't think he trusts me enough to tell me what's going on.

[lefthandpath]

[it's scary, not knowing... yeah, Allen relates.]

Maybe it's that, but... to be fair to him, you do wear your heart a fair bit on your sleeve.

I'd think he'd be more concerned about that, honestly.

[aono]

[Oh, how he grumps at that.]

That's not my fault, I've always been bad with my temper.

[And his emotions. And lying in general.]

[lefthandpath]

I don't just mean your temper.

[he says it gently but he's familiar with the sting of having things pointed out.]

[aono]

Yeah, yeah, I'm Mr. Obvious.

[he can at least acknowledge that? And he's looking more embarrassed than sad now.]

[lefthandpath]

That's really not such a bad thing.

[aono]

It is if it's driving my brother away. He's the only family I have left, we're supposed to stick together and look out for each other.

[lefthandpath]

Like I said, I don't think that's what it is.

... but I've been speaking on things I don't understand. I'm sorry.

[aono]

...

[Rin finally crouches down to pick up the last couple papers. They still need to take care of this stuff after all.]

It's...it's fine. It's not your fault.

Let's just get rid of these things, yeah?

[lefthandpath]

[he quietly offers over the papers he's collected? not entirely agreeing with the "it's not your fault" at least on the point of saying things thoughtlessly.]