#lightmorphogeneticfield

Her shift for the day is over, but Bethany’s in no mood to return home to her own thoughts until she finally sleeps. If there’s something this bar is good for besides employment, it’s much more pleasant company than her solitude.

So she trudges from the back room after finishing her shift change duties and sits down at an empty barstool for dinner and a drink. And, of course, his company.

She grins when Light moves towards her from behind the bar, even though he can’t see it. Today’s been busy, and they haven’t really spoken outside of cursory greetings. Come to think of it, when were things last slow enough to truly talk?

Well, no matter. She’d fix that now. “Bartender, give me some of your cheap whiskey,” she says with mock sternness, as though she’s only a gruff customer and not a friend.

“..love.” Anders’ fingers are careful but firm - he takes the drink away from Light, partially because his gestures seem like he’s about to spill it all over himself - and partially because if he’s talking like this, he’s had more than enough to drink.

“Love, listen to me. You might not be alright.” He sets the drink aside and curls his fingers around his wrist. “But I’m not alright either. And maybe neither one of us will ever be alright.”

First visit:

“My, my. Inviting me to your room, hm? I’ve never thought myself anything special, but if you’ve let me in here... Well, honestly. Are we going to talk, love, or do something else entirely..?”

Second visit:

“It’s shocking how fast this has begun to feel like my own room. Or - perhaps, not like that - perhaps more like home, really. Is that - am I allowed to feel that way? I would stop, if I had to, if it made you uncomfortable.”

Third visit:

“Light? Is something the matter? You seem - stressed, perhaps. Off. You can talk to me, you know..? I haven’t my magic - I can’t ease this the way I might want, but I’m sure I can do something. Here, lay down - tell me about your day, love.”

Blushy line:

“I - your love, your affection... It means more to me than I could say. I know it mustn’t be easy to believe in me, to have faith in me, like you do, but I... thank you. Thank you, thank you. If ever you need anything - if ever you need anything, anything, at all, just tell me. For you...”

Kiss line:

Athena grins so brightly it threatens to split her face. “He’s sooo nice! And he makes me homesick. He seems like Prosecutor Edgeworth’s long lost brother! I bet they’d get along super well.” 

She worries her lower lip with the fingers of her ungloved hand. “And - I remembered who else he reminds me of! Barok van Zieks! I wonder... if I asked if he’d put his leg on a table. I’ve always wondered what it was like to be in court with someone who did that...”

Off topic. Refocus!

anders is shaking - his head, on purpose, but he knows light can likely feel the whole bed shake just so as his body trembles from a nightmare, from things that happened years ago but feel as real as if they happened just an hour ago. 

shaking fingers search out light’s face, cup it, thumbs over his cheekbones. light is such a shallow sleeper, always wakes up at the merest movements, making them an ill pairing, considering anders’ frequent insomnia and desire to get up and walk and move.

Happiness for Oz may be rarer than most think, mostly because a smile of some sort is nearly always on his face. 

His feelings, over time and training have been muted, though he never intended to repress positive ones, just the negatives that can attract Grimm. He’s always poised, at ‘peace’, and as a leader it usually calms those around him as well in a ripple effect. He’s a soothing charismatic man.

Still he can be amused, intrigued, pleasantly surprised, and other sub branches of being happy or content. He just expresses and feels them to a certain point before they hit a wall.