A/N: Aria is selfless. Luke is selfish. Both are complete idiots around each other, and often call each other by that term.

Idiots

"You're an idiot." Luke stated bluntly, wrapping the bandages around Aria's right arm.

The blond didn't say anything, not retorting playfully like she usually would when those words left the redhead's mouth. But this wasn't funny. The blond was well aware that she could've died. The majority of her torso was covered in bandages, along with three-quarters of one leg and two fifths of the other. She lived for Terresia and its inhabitants. She was willing to let her life go if it meant saving her comrades. She had the sneaking suspicion that it would come down to either her life or the lives of the natives of Terresia.

"I didn't need saving." Luke said bitterly, not willing to look into her eyes. Aria wasn't about to look in his either.

"With that amount of bleeding, if that… that THING-" Aria muttered, referring to the beast that they'd been assigned to take out, "-would've killed you. It was headed straight for you, idiot."

The truth of the matter was that both members of Ad Libitum dangerously overestimated their abilities. Luke was always plain cocky. Aria figured that she wouldn't die unless the World Tree died. Both acted recklessly, not that either would ever admit it.

"But I didn't need you to do what you did! I would've gotten out of the way and used my own items!" Luke argued, biting back most of the shouting that he wanted to do, glaring at Aria's feet once he'd finished with her arm. Situations like this confused him. Why would she risk it all to save him when so much was riding on her shoulders? And whenever he shouted, she never seemed to understand why. He never said why, but she should be able to pick it up by now, shouldn't she?

"It made a bee-line for you, idiot, and you weren't going anywhere fast." She pointed out, her hands entangling themselves in the sheets on her bed. "There wasn't any time! Was I supposed to let you die?"

"You were supposed to live!" Luke growled, looking at her face, upon which was a frown. Her eyes were hidden behind her bangs. Neither person had realized just how long her hair had gotten.

"I'm still alive!" Aria snapped, lifting her head and looking the redhead in the eyes. The green orbs were narrowed angrily, but showed hints of worry and- was that fear? Aria's brown eyes widened a little at the possibility.

"If that battle took a turn for the worse, you could've wound up dead! Both of us could've been dead!" Luke said, his tone dark and intense.

"But we're still here, aren't we, Luke? We're alive! Isn't that what matters?" Aria shouted, pounding her fists on the bed.

"I was scared, Aria!" He yelled, standing up, "You say that I'm selfish, yet here you are, fighting like your life doesn't matter! That isn't how you fight alongside someone!" The blond went silent, her jaw dropping and her fists unclenching. Luke continued. "I'm no saint! I don't need to be treated like one, Aria! Dammit…"

Tears were welling up in Aria's eyes, and she struggled to keep them in check. He actually cared. Luke fon Fabre who thought that she was an idiot- as he stated multiple times on many occasions- actually cared. It shouldn't have come as a shock, but it felt like one. She hadn't realized just how she'd been fighting. She just concentrated on fighting and doing jobs for Ad Libitum. She held her head in her hands, laughing dryly.

"I'm naïve and inexperienced." She mumbled.

"You're an idiot."

"I know. You are, too. But I think you just saved my life."

Luke's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms, his frown turning into more of a pout. "What?"

"You didn't shout." Aria said with a smirk, "Give me reason to listen and I will. I'll keep what you said in mind."

Luke grumbled, gently flicking her forehead, "Idiot."

"I guess I'm your idiot, though." Aria chuckled, shifting to lie down.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Aria grinned. She'd admit it, but only to certain people; Luke's pouts could be very cute at times. Like now for instance.

"Aria, what the hell do you mean by that?" Luke pestered, his face beginning to redden, adding to the effect.

"You added on any deeper meaning that might be going through that thick skull of yours." Aria giggled,

"Idiot."

The blond rolled her eyes, turning over so her back was to him. "Idiots need sleep, Luke."