True. Didn't last, though, did it. [It's not a question, because Riku knows the answer anyway. Another shrug and Lea just shakes his head.] Fine, you be a pessimist. I'll be a realist. I'm not sayin' you should look for the silver lining behind every mushroom cloud that blows up in our faces... I guess I'm just sayin'... maybe it's not such a bad thing to look for where the cloud starts to clear, that's all. 'Cuz they all do.
[Every cloud clears. Puffy white benign ones, angry black thundering ones... clouds of ash, clouds of fog... no cloud lasts forever, and that goes for the dark as well as the light. Lea would never call himself an optimist, not anymore. He used to be, long ago, before he knew what it felt like to lose everything all in one day, but he's far too jaded to be that happy kid anymore, and he's far too wounded to want to be. Optimism like Sora's is laudable, yes, but ultimately fragile and far too easily turned against its wielder. Lea doesn't expect a fatal wound from life, really, he just braces for a punch in the face. If it turns out to be a pat on the head instead, well... bracing never did anybody any harm.
[Morose navel gazing is pushed aside briefly at the mention of Sheena, and he brightens visibly.]
She's here? [What had started out as cautious and wary sharing of a roof had really turned into a close friendship, and he was grateful for it. If he'd ever had a sister, he would surely have likened Sheena to her, and for lack of one he would gladly relate her to what he should hope having a sister would be like. The happiness in his expression is as genuine as any, and he's still not convinced the influx of emotion isn't just psychosomatic now that he has no more excuses, but it's news good enough to make him feel a little lighter.
[The glee on his face quirks sharply into reproach then.]
Nope, I'm not taking your bed. You said it yourself that you need to rest, so you're not gonna exacerbate your debatable okayness on my account, you lunkhead.
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[Every cloud clears. Puffy white benign ones, angry black thundering ones... clouds of ash, clouds of fog... no cloud lasts forever, and that goes for the dark as well as the light. Lea would never call himself an optimist, not anymore. He used to be, long ago, before he knew what it felt like to lose everything all in one day, but he's far too jaded to be that happy kid anymore, and he's far too wounded to want to be. Optimism like Sora's is laudable, yes, but ultimately fragile and far too easily turned against its wielder. Lea doesn't expect a fatal wound from life, really, he just braces for a punch in the face. If it turns out to be a pat on the head instead, well... bracing never did anybody any harm.
[Morose navel gazing is pushed aside briefly at the mention of Sheena, and he brightens visibly.]
She's here? [What had started out as cautious and wary sharing of a roof had really turned into a close friendship, and he was grateful for it. If he'd ever had a sister, he would surely have likened Sheena to her, and for lack of one he would gladly relate her to what he should hope having a sister would be like. The happiness in his expression is as genuine as any, and he's still not convinced the influx of emotion isn't just psychosomatic now that he has no more excuses, but it's news good enough to make him feel a little lighter.
[The glee on his face quirks sharply into reproach then.]
Nope, I'm not taking your bed. You said it yourself that you need to rest, so you're not gonna exacerbate your debatable okayness on my account, you lunkhead.