lea doesn’t hesitate sliding his arm over gen’s shoulders, pulling the other into his side to lead him towards the direction of the town. “ welllll, i did mention that being a long story, didn’t i? “ and not a particularly cheerful one, either, come down to it. he wants to share it with genesis, he does, but – “ one i would be a little better suited sitting down somewhere. preferably somewhere that includes a drink. “
and, of course, better be thorough too. releasing genesis from his hold, he pulls the phone from his pocket and shoots off a quick message to merlin to say he’d be running a little late to their daily training sessions, that he got held up and no, he doesn’t need any help. he briefly contemplates sending one to leon too, before deciding against it and simply putting the device in silent mode. “ there. now we won’t get interrupted either. “
a few minutes later, his intentions become clear: instead of leading them to a cafe or a pub, lea buys a couple of drinks from the shop on the market square instead before moving them higher up – to a secluded little spot he used to hang out at quite often with isa; for a lack of blanket, he takes off the coat instead and spreads it out on the patch grass, leaving him in a simple short-sleeved shirt and his pants and boots.
“ hope y’ don’t mind sitting on the ground, “ there’s a gentle hint of teasing, as he lowers himself down, one leg angled up while the other’s stretched out, chin resting on his knee. “ always like the view up here when i was a kid. “
he’s sure the reference to his past won’t be lost on his friend.
there’s a sense of warmth from the arm that slings over his shoulders that genesis had almost forgotten. how long as it been since someone had least touched him like this without meaning for a fight? it had to be at almost a decade; before the tsviets, before the degrading, before everything - but it’s not long enough where he thinks he hates it. actually, he welcomes it, unconsciously leaning towards his body like someone cold craving the warmth of fire for the first time in many cold nights.
it’s only then that he realizes that lea knows where he’s going; not just guessing, but it’s almost as if he knows the path in which they walk intimately. has he stayed here for quite some time while they were gone? or was he here for most of the duration of their time spent apart? it could be possible since there’s a myriad of mystery now between the two, but maybe he would get some answers once they get to wherever lea was taking him. why he has a heart, why he’s here of all places - it’s few of the big questions, but he’ll make sure to land many of the minute ones as well.
unfortunately the link of warmth breaks as lea seems to find importance in his phone and it makes him wonder who he’s texting and what? he blinks and his eyes narrow for only a second, tucking it at the back of his mind to ask later. was it someone dear to him? a friend? a mentor, perhaps?
he doesn’t have much time to think about it since they seem to have gotten wherever lea wanted, noted by how he takes off his jacket and places it a patch of grass. this... was where he wanted to go? how sentimental - and it’s only confirmed as he brings up that it was a place he knew as a kid. ah.
❛ so this place is of sentimental value to you. i had assumed so since you knew the way easily enough, but i didn’t think of it ever having to do with your childhood.❜ in a way he thinks he’s jealous since he does have a place to go back to, but then he remembers his parents - traitors, traitors they are - rotting under the earth in banora ( or at least of what’s left of it ) and he finds that feeling washing away easily enough. he moves to sit down on the jacket offered to him, stretching out his legs and tilting his head back to allow the sun to kiss it.
❛ so what? is it sharing time now? ❜
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