[Kenma refrains from saying 'better not' in reply because socially avoidant doesn't equate to socially stupid; he watches people and most of all Kuroo, and knows how that kind of a comment would sting. Instead he squints up at him through a rather mild expression and says, ] I want to go back to bed.
[ It's true even if it's totally out of the question. Unplanned but on point, he yawns and it's the kind of yawn that makes you wince because you can hear something crack. After the night of Kuroo's change, he's had quite enough of bones cracking or making any sound at all. It makes him queasy. Making a mumbled 'ugh' more or less, he raises his hands to his face to rub the heels of his palms into his closed eyes.
Calm down, he tells himself, and unconsciously his magic reaches out not to do anything but towards Kuroo and, when it comes up against the magic in him or the magic of what's been done to him, it settles a little. Something about Kuroo's presence is stabilizing for him, and while that's been true forever it's different feeling now in a way he can't articulate. And he's never been as grateful as he was that night for his magic, for being able to take away some of Kuroo's pain even if he couldn't actually 'save' him. Akaashi had told him not to worry -- that even trained magic users probably couldn't have contended with it at that stage, and while Kenma knows enough about Akaashi to know he isn't a person of lip-service, well, it still didn't make him feel better.
Hands still over his face, he sighs, then eyeballs Kuroo through his splayed fingers. ]
Are...are you feeling okay?
[ It bears asking, honestly, given everything that's happened and how they have so much they have to deal with still, but his voice is normal -- soft toned and mild. Calm. ]
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[ It's true even if it's totally out of the question. Unplanned but on point, he yawns and it's the kind of yawn that makes you wince because you can hear something crack. After the night of Kuroo's change, he's had quite enough of bones cracking or making any sound at all. It makes him queasy. Making a mumbled 'ugh' more or less, he raises his hands to his face to rub the heels of his palms into his closed eyes.
Calm down, he tells himself, and unconsciously his magic reaches out not to do anything but towards Kuroo and, when it comes up against the magic in him or the magic of what's been done to him, it settles a little. Something about Kuroo's presence is stabilizing for him, and while that's been true forever it's different feeling now in a way he can't articulate. And he's never been as grateful as he was that night for his magic, for being able to take away some of Kuroo's pain even if he couldn't actually 'save' him. Akaashi had told him not to worry -- that even trained magic users probably couldn't have contended with it at that stage, and while Kenma knows enough about Akaashi to know he isn't a person of lip-service, well, it still didn't make him feel better.
Hands still over his face, he sighs, then eyeballs Kuroo through his splayed fingers. ]
Are...are you feeling okay?
[ It bears asking, honestly, given everything that's happened and how they have so much they have to deal with still, but his voice is normal -- soft toned and mild. Calm. ]