12:02 PM / 03 . 24 . 109 / the gang's apartment
He'd gotten home thirty minutes ago. Going for a walk had seemed like a good idea, considering sleep had been a bust. Something to help him relax, something Lavi could do to back up his case to Lenalee and Allen that he was fine and getting better. A short walk had turned into going downtown to pick up food from this one restaurant that the others had mentioned wanting to try not too long ago, and then... then it turned into seeing Sinbad again for the first time in weeks. With a woman on each arm.
As soon as Lavi had set the food on the counter he sank to his knees, taking a deep breath as a weak attempt to stop the mask from cracking entirely. No one was home, they weren't due home until later that night, but he still had paperwork to finish. He still had work that couldn't wait, there wasn't any time for dramatics. There wasn't any time for his heart to get in the way of his duty. Right, old panda?
Bags of food was placed in the fridge once he'd pulled himself back up, sighing to himself as his hands shook. It was over and far past time to move on, that's all he could keep telling himself as he carefully stepped back into the living room. The space worked as a temporary office on the rare day where the redhead wanted to work from home. On the coffee table, he kept a small stack of paperwork that needed to be finished by tomorrow.
The archivist picked up a pen, wanting to at least get something done before a knock at the door drawing his attention. Taking another breath, Lavi gingerly set the pen back on the coffee table before going to answer the door. He didn't check the peep hole before opening the door, tugging it open and glancing out. It was the first time he'd forgotten to check and, with who he was now face to face with, it'd be the last time too. "Oh."
Quick as ever, there's merely a small flash of emotions across his face. Surprise, hurt. It's covered by something more professional in seconds, clearing his throat a bit. "Hey. Did something happen at the coterie?" Ignoring the fact that they'd just seen each other not too long ago was simpler. It was professional, as colleges, and it didn't make him feel like his heart was being flayed out in front of him.