“Yea, but I didn’t. And neither did you, which is what counts.“ (Yes, of course! You’re playing Lavi?)
The sad smile on Allen’s face got Lavi. His words meant little because Lavi knew they were only said to appease him. Allen wanted to sacrifice himself, but didn’t like the thought of another doing the same thing. It was stupid, but admirable. And also extremely infuriating.
Lavi threw an arm around his friend’s shoulders, pulled him over until he was partially leaning into him. Maybe he’d get pissed off and push him away and maybe he wouldn’t, but it didn’t stop Lavi from pulling him into half a hug.
He didn’t miss the sigh of relief as they approached the inn. Either Allen was tired or really ready to be free of his pestering.
“C’mon, ‘Sprout. I’ll get you patched up and then I’ll see if I can find a few places willing to feed you,” Lavi said with a small smile, though it would probably be more work than it sounded and he’d end up going to every restaurant in town before Allen could even be called half-full.
It really gave him a new appreciation for Jerry’s talents.
It was a bit awkward to walk with Lavi giving him a half hug, but Allen appreciated the gesture. The idea of food sounded appealing, but right now a nap sounded much better.
“Sleep first… or Id probably fall asleep in the food.” he said as they finally reached the inn. He let Lavi lead the way to their room, and once inside, let himself fall a bit dramatically on his bed with no care for his injuries.
“Ow…” he muttered into the blankets, but otherwise didn’t move.