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Allen was so quick to gather his things, and the train was only just pulling into the station. It felt rushed. Lavi wanted more time. As soon as they left this train, they’d be back at the Order and life was supposed to resume per the usual – more fighting in this seemingly endless war.

“Wait,” Lavi said, before he could think to keep his mouth shut. He was digging this pit in his heart deeper with each moment around Allen, but at this point, he doubted he could stop. Standing up and forgetting his luggage, he grabbed the door and closed it again. This was their space – it was safe, as if being in the small train compartment kept the war away from them for a brief precious moment.

Lavi stared at Allen, hand still on the door. Unable to articulate the swirl of forbidden feelings raging in his heart, he leaned down and kissed Allen again. It was long, gentle. He wanted the younger Exorcist to feel what he felt, even if just for a second. There was no other way to explain it. For all the books he had read and all the knowledge he possessed, Lavi was useless when it came to his own heart.

Allen froze when he heard Lavi speak from behind him. As Lavi pushed the door shut again, Allen stood still, not sure if he should be feeling hope or dread.  Was Lavi going to tell him to pretend this didn’t happen? Or was he… Lavi gave him little time to think, and next thing Allen knew, Lavi was kissing him. 

Allen turned to face him properly, and clutched the front of Lavi’s jacket, pulling him closer as he returned the kiss. This felt much different than the kisses they had shared before, more slow and gentle, and it made Allen’s heart ache. Was Lavi trying to tell him something? To show that he did care? Allen wasn’t sure, but for now he would be content with Lavi kissing him against the compartment door.