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B's not mad at him for asking. Mostly he's trying to blow by it as quickly as possible, so Lark has the information but he doesn't have to fuckin' talk about it.

He winces at the last. "That had to suck. Did Jon...?" Was it willing, or a sneak attack, or did he have to fight the poor guy? B admittedly doesn't know Jon very well, but he has a hard time imagining Jon fighting Lark over stopping that kind of awfulness, especially after his message about it.

Lark tries to answer but only ends up shaking his head slightly. "He showed me how to do it. Weeks ago." Which says a lot.

"Jesus. That doesn't make it any easier, I bet." Well, maybe a little easier, but not much. At least in a real fight, you can say you really had to do it, but if someone's just baring their throat to you for you to kill them you know they aren't going to hold it against you later.

B scoots over an inch and loops his arm around Lark's shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. "I'm sorry, Lark."

Lark doesn't get hugged often. Most of his affection outside of Alec comes when he's a wolf.

But he needs this, more than he realized, because when B puts his arm around him he leans against him hard. "I can't regret doing it." And he doesn't. But he'll never be glad for it.

Clearly this is a situation B needs to rectify. Now that he's mostly over his problems with touch, he loves hugs. (This may or may not change post timeskip... we'll see.) "I know. I don't regret that you did it, either, god. But it was still hard." He rubs at Lark's shoulder warmly. "There anything I can do?"

Besides bringing soup and hugging him, that is. Because he's already doing that.

"Help me make sure it never happens again." It's the only thing that could make any of this better. If this is the last time he ever has to kill someone he loves, then he can live with it.

"However I can," B promises. If that means Lark calls him in to do the mercy killing, so be it. If it means keeping tabs on people, he's already said he can do that. "Just point me at whatever you need me to do to prevent shit like that."

"I'll keep you in the loop." He already does with most things, but it's an old, root deep habit to keep his plans to himself. Even Alec doesn't know all of them.

"If you keep me in the loop on everything, I'd probably get lost pretty quick," B says with a bit of a smile, only about half-serious. "I know your brain is a lot busier than mine."

He grins a bit; fair. "Seems to be getting me into trouble. ...Again."

"Yeah, I saw that." B gives him another squeeze, then a little push off him. "Eat your dinner. You'll think more clearly. And maybe I'll steal your communicator for a while so you can sleep without being stupid about it."

"Those are fighting words, B," he smirks, but he hesitates and then actually does hand his communicator over. "I'll come get this after I sleep."

B accepts it with a look somewhere between surprised and amused. "That was a lot easier than I expected," he admits, but he pockets the device inside his jacket. "I promise I won't play any pranks with it. Pretend I'm you or whatever."

He's joking, but it's still the truth, he's not going to or anything.

He chuckles despite it all. "Well you can't do any worse than I have."

"Maybe I'll use it to apologize to people as you," B teases, giving his shoulder a nudge and then a pointed not at the soup. Eat, buddy. "Fix some of your sleep-deprived messes."

He grins. "Well I wouldn't say no. You're more charming than I am."

B gives an amused snort. "Eat your dinner, Lark, stop trying to distract me with flattery."

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