That makes Tsuna stir again instead of drifting in the strange place on the edge of sleep. Brow furrowing, he tries to tug his wrist away. Still tired, still not truly there, it's a half-effort. With Xanxus' strength, there's no reason to let him carry through.
Still, he tries. Tries because there's a hazily miserable but dark look on his face now.
"We're doing it again," he murmurs, a shimmer of anger becoming apparent now as well. "We're- you know why he's pushing for that kind of thing, it's because..." Pushing himself up to his feet, he has to pause because the world swims, just like his memories. An enormous ballroom, a ruined and abandoned theater- both seem to mix for a second. "Trapped... in the past. He's trapped in the past and thinks all this bloodshed will fix things..."
He keeps his grip strong and he notes the way the other sways just a little. He knows they're rehashing dead men's arguments but he can't help it. Maybe it's because Ricardo had been his hero. Or maybe because there's a whisper of that man within him somewhere. Something that had awoken when he had worn that ring for those mere minutes. He knows but he also knows that it's because of the things Ricardo did that the Vongola were as strong as they were today. But he also knows that Tsuna had vowed to fix that. To fix the terrible violence, the killing, the darkness.
He sighs. "We are doing it again. When you are far too tired to really put up a good fight." He doesn't know if this is something he did, but Xanxus is bold enough to do it anyway. Just sweep the smaller man off his feet and up into a carry. "So what we're going to do is we're going to put a pin in this for the morning and you are going to go back to bed."
For all his words, a very much Tsuna-like squeak erupts from him as he's hauled up. "Ricci!" is, unfortunately, still on the heels of it.
"Don't... Don't." He flops his hand against Xanxus' shoulder. "You always do this to throw me out..." And they're not even close to that level of an argument yet, the foggy memories say. No one is yelling, and nothing has been thrown. Although somehow that seems odd. Does he really yell or throw things like that? Tsuna goes quiet, the dissonance a little stronger now as he stays curled up against Xanxus.
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Still, he tries. Tries because there's a hazily miserable but dark look on his face now.
"We're doing it again," he murmurs, a shimmer of anger becoming apparent now as well. "We're- you know why he's pushing for that kind of thing, it's because..." Pushing himself up to his feet, he has to pause because the world swims, just like his memories. An enormous ballroom, a ruined and abandoned theater- both seem to mix for a second. "Trapped... in the past. He's trapped in the past and thinks all this bloodshed will fix things..."
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He sighs. "We are doing it again. When you are far too tired to really put up a good fight." He doesn't know if this is something he did, but Xanxus is bold enough to do it anyway. Just sweep the smaller man off his feet and up into a carry. "So what we're going to do is we're going to put a pin in this for the morning and you are going to go back to bed."
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"Don't... Don't." He flops his hand against Xanxus' shoulder. "You always do this to throw me out..." And they're not even close to that level of an argument yet, the foggy memories say. No one is yelling, and nothing has been thrown. Although somehow that seems odd. Does he really yell or throw things like that? Tsuna goes quiet, the dissonance a little stronger now as he stays curled up against Xanxus.
"...You aren't going, are you?"