Having the paper taken from his hands, he returns said hands to his pockets. In all honesty, it killed him to see such a mess of her desk, but he wouldn’t dare touch her belongings without her asking him to.
Lucio wouldn’t say that he particularly ‘enjoyed’ his work. It was work, it provided the money he needed to keep him alive. Though he wouldn’t correct her.
“Oh no, it’s their equipment. And besides…” Lucio scratches the top of his head, a bit of discomfort settling over him as he thinks a bit more on the heavy handed sharp instrument. “I uhh, I do not believe that such a sharp weapon should be left in my care for such a long period of time.”
He regrets saying it, but he just felt so comforted around her. She knew him. Actually knew him. She understood. Luckily she changed the subject to her teaching. It pained him to see her mood drop so suddenly. Made his teeth grit.
“Oh sweetheart.” He muses, pulling her close into his arms with a happy sigh.
“You are an angel among men you know. A coffee stained angel.” He grins widely, looking down on her shirt. Stained with the stresses of her day. If he had been the man he once was… that woman would suffer.
“Ah, right,” she answers softly, understanding him immediately. She forgot sometimes, that things were different now. Very different. She doesn’t mind, of course. This was better than before, safer.
Cinda leaned against him heavily, wrapping her arms around his waist. She sighed in sync with him and rested her head against his chest. “Th-that might be a bit m-much,” she said modestly, though the smile creeping back onto her face betrayed her.
“I’m so glad you’re b-back, Lucio.” If she could come home to him every time she had a bad day-- or maybe just every day in general--, she would be in heaven for sure. She simply adored him. “I missed you.”
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