Suzaku watched Lelouch struggle with the shirt for a few seconds before sighing. This was going to be impossible, on every count. He was willing to concede that he didn't have a right to pretensions of honor, so why did Lelouch think he was still entitled to keep things from Suzaku? Suzaku might not have had the most complimentary reaction to the use of Geass on Dean, but he was at least trying to accept this. Did Lelouch think it was easy? Not that Suzaku would ever accept such an excuse from himself, but a little effort to make this work from Lelouch's end would not go amiss.
Suzaku backtracked to the desk, taking the boxcutter back out from where Lelouch had stashed it. If his aborted attempts to get his shirt off were any indication, Lelouch could barely move his shoulders, and there was only one way to expose the injuries so they could be treated.
"Hold still," he said as he returned to the bed, bent down and took a hold of Lelouch's collar. His grip was reflexively rough at first, before he realized what he was doing and consciously relaxed his hand. Suzaku frowned down at the offending shirt -- ripping it with the boxcutter would pull at the thin fabric, causing it to rub harshly against the cuts. There was nothing for it, however, so he would just have to be as gentle as he could. Even if he didn't feel like being all that gentle at the moment. Sam was probably dying at this very moment, and he was rapidly reaching the saturation point for all the crap he could put up with from Lelouch.
"Who you've always been?" he asked as he started to saw carefully at the hem with the boxcutter, trying to hold the shirt steady on either side to keep it from sliding around too much. "I don't know who you've always been. You've been a lot of things."
His voice was approaching freezing point. He ignored Lelouch's question, his answer implicit in the way he kept picking at Lelouch's defenses. "Lelouch. At some point I managed to get the impression that you agree with me about Geass. That it's an evil thing, but sometimes necessary. Was I mistaken? I don't care if you use it when you have to, but do you really understand how wrong it is?"
It was an incredibly blunt way to say what was on his mind, yet he desperately needed an answer to that question. He would follow Lelouch either way, because he didn't have a choice, but the question was whether Lelouch was someone he could trust or not. Whether Suzaku would be able to put aside his hatred long enough for them to work together. Any other reasons Suzaku might have had to be concerned were lost in the practical considerations of their mission.
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Suzaku backtracked to the desk, taking the boxcutter back out from where Lelouch had stashed it. If his aborted attempts to get his shirt off were any indication, Lelouch could barely move his shoulders, and there was only one way to expose the injuries so they could be treated.
"Hold still," he said as he returned to the bed, bent down and took a hold of Lelouch's collar. His grip was reflexively rough at first, before he realized what he was doing and consciously relaxed his hand. Suzaku frowned down at the offending shirt -- ripping it with the boxcutter would pull at the thin fabric, causing it to rub harshly against the cuts. There was nothing for it, however, so he would just have to be as gentle as he could. Even if he didn't feel like being all that gentle at the moment. Sam was probably dying at this very moment, and he was rapidly reaching the saturation point for all the crap he could put up with from Lelouch.
"Who you've always been?" he asked as he started to saw carefully at the hem with the boxcutter, trying to hold the shirt steady on either side to keep it from sliding around too much. "I don't know who you've always been. You've been a lot of things."
His voice was approaching freezing point. He ignored Lelouch's question, his answer implicit in the way he kept picking at Lelouch's defenses. "Lelouch. At some point I managed to get the impression that you agree with me about Geass. That it's an evil thing, but sometimes necessary. Was I mistaken? I don't care if you use it when you have to, but do you really understand how wrong it is?"
It was an incredibly blunt way to say what was on his mind, yet he desperately needed an answer to that question. He would follow Lelouch either way, because he didn't have a choice, but the question was whether Lelouch was someone he could trust or not. Whether Suzaku would be able to put aside his hatred long enough for them to work together. Any other reasons Suzaku might have had to be concerned were lost in the practical considerations of their mission.