Yet another oneshot. I like these things.

I don't own dgm. If I did Kanda, Lavi and Allen would all have a phobia for shirts.

SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS! And the way the POV changes!

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I watched from the edge of the arch under the bridge as Allen enthusiastically greeted the others and laid the unconscious Lenalee on the ground. I had only exchanged a quick conversation with the white-haired boy since he'd appeared to us after supposedly being dead, and I wanted to talk to him more, to express how much I missed him and how glad he was back, but Bookman already suspected something, and had already reminded him of his purpose. It was best to stay away.

The Bookman in training sighed sadly, stuck his hands in his pockets and went to take a walk.

'Lavi, wait!'

Lavi had only taken a few short steps before he heard Allen's voice call out to him. He stopped and turned to see Allen hurrying towards him. The Bookman in training smiled.

'Hey Allen, what's up?'

'Nothing really...' Allen returned the smile with a slight blush that Lavi didn't notice, 'Um, just wondering where you were going, that's all.'

'Just for a walk.'

'Oh... I'll come too, it's dangerous to go anywhere by yourself.'

Lavi blinked, but shrugged and continued his way along the river in a companionable silence.

I couldn't help but stare out of the corner of my eye. Allen was taller and a little thinner, as was his face. His eyes held something I couldn't quite put his finger on.

'What is it?' Allen said, noticing Lavi's stare.

'Nothing...' Lavi grinned, hiding a blush, 'I just noticed... You look different.'

'Different? Different how?'

'I dunno...' The redhead shrugged, 'You look more... Mature.'

'I wasn't mature before?' Allen pouted in annoyance. Lavi chuckled and ruffled his snowy hair affectionately. Allen might look different, and his personality wasn't quite as naive, but it was obvious he was still the same underneath. He was still the Allen he'd fallen in love with.

I could remember when I realised Allen was dead. I didn't cry, but it felt like my soul had been ripped in two. It was like my life had suddenly felt empty.

After a while, they came to a large boulder blocking their path.

'Wanna head back?' Allen asked.

'No...' Lavi shook his head, 'Let's sit for a bit.'

We stared up at the sky, our backs against the stone. The moonlight reflected in Allen's eyes, and made his hair shine. There was a serene smile on his face. Was it weird for a boy to look beautiful?

Just then, there was a loud growling sound. Allen blushed a little and laughed.

'Heh, guess I didn't eat enough at the Asian branch... L-Lavi?!'

Allen blinked confusedly as Lavi buried his face in the crook of the shorter's neck, bringing his left arm around him in a one-armed hug.

'Don't look at me crying.' Lavi's voice cracked slightly, 'It aint good when a Bookman starts blubbering cos of how much he missed a certain idiot with white hair.'

Allen tensed, but after a second, he relaxed against the redhead and rubbed his back in comfort. He wasn't sure how long we sat there, but soon, Allen said he was losing circulation in his shoulder. Lavi chuckled and sat up and wiped his eyes. He sighed and stood up.

'Well, we better get back to the others before they send out a search party.'

Allen nodded and got up, and they started walking back.

'I missed you too, by the way.'

I turned my head in surprise. Allen smiled brightly at me, then hurried on ahead of me. I'm pretty sure I saw his cheeks redden. I smiled to myself, and felt my heart warm a little.

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Man that was retarded. Sorry again for the shortness.

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