Dentis 28, 2718 ✽ Evening
Lars had never feared the world like this before. He'd never felt anything other than relief when a galdor left the room, either, but the past few days had changed his perception of all things. Where could he be safe but with the professor, when galdori and passives alike despised him? He knew that his solitary day in the laboratory would likely be just as uneventful as his sleep, no one would be around to bother him and perhaps he'd have a chance to collect his thoughts, but still it made him nervous to watch Harper leave.
Professor Moore - first names were for equals.
In the back of his mind he was aware that everything would be alright, that the day would pass and the professor would return to take him away. It settled his nerves, if only for a moment, and Lars was content to rest against the sofa in silence.
Then a woman arrived.
Younger than himself, he could tell by her fresh face, with hair as red as any pure Anaxi and freckles just to add. It was clear from her easy access to the laboratory that she wasn't just some student sneaking around and getting into things she wasn't meant to; she must've been an assistant, or perhaps the youngest professor he'd ever seen. Either way, she was unexpected and her appearance was a shock to the passive, who quickly did what he did best and disappeared into the shadows of the laboratory. Lars wasn't a master of many things, but disappearing into thin air was certainly one of them - to be invisible was simply a part of his life, one he'd perfected many years ago.
He had been such a sight before. Such a bright and dazzling child dressed in silks and satin and everything overpriced that most couldn't dream of acquiring. Now, well... now he was nothing but dust on the floor - or more literally, a passive behind any door, counter, or desk someone might approach.
Staying unnoticed was about as hard as hiding in the first place, which is to say, he did quite well staying out of the unknown woman's path.
At some point the door opened again, dragging not only the woman's gaze to the person it revealed, but Lars' steely blues as well; peering through darkness and resting upon the face of the one he wished most to avoid. It set his heart in stone to see the boy walk across that short stretch of ground that he'd fallen upon only the night before, as if he had any right to stand on the same ground as the professor had stood. As if he had any right to waltz right in and ask questions - what did he want, to see if he'd truly gotten the job done? If he'd finished him off like Ayden so clearly wanted?
The little attempted comforts given by the younger passive were quickly forgotten; the gentle touches to his bloody face, soft kiss to his skin, it was all overwhelmed with the pain.
Lars was distracted as the two spoke; uncaring for their words and whatever meaning they attached to them. The tension between them was obvious but he couldn't say he had expected them to be related - if that's what they were, he'd zoned out - and it didn't soften his opinion for either one of them.
It wasn't until his roommate had retreated that Lars decided to move.
"What are you crying for?" his soft voice came from behind, the blonde having seated himself on the sofa, legs crossed and hand resting protectively over his ribs, "he's just as rude to everyone else, it's probably not so personal."