After the blonde's chat with the drunk, Cobra believed everything would be fine. He assumed their ladies nights, or whatever the hell they were calling their sleepovers, would lead to the blonde's soul healing as she and the drunk talked through her issues.
Oh, how wrong he'd been.
The music in the guildhall was ridiculously loud, interfering with his ability to hear thoughts, but he could still clearly hear souls. What he was hearing from Lucy's soul wasn't at all reassuring him that she was on her way to becoming whole again. It sounded all wrong, just like before. The discordant jangle of noise was as ugly as it had been the first day he'd noticed it.
Cobra turned his focus to the souls of the two dragon slayers on either side of Lucy. They'd been invited to the wedding between the blue nerd and her metal crunching man, along with way too many other wizards. Shortly after the ceremony ended and the party began, the Twin Dragon Slayers picked up on Lucy's status as one of the few single women in Fairy Tail and promptly began trying to reel her in.
Under other circumstances, Cobra wouldn't have given a flying fuck if she left the guildhall for a wild night with the eskimo brothers, but he couldn't ignore the wailing of her soul. The sound he heard was coming from a small, suppressed section she was actively trying to ignore as she enjoyed their attention. Cobra would've left her alone if it weren't clear to him that going through with the budding plans would damage her soul further.
As he stood to his feet to walk toward the trio at the bar, Cobra asked himself again why he was doing this, but he couldn't come up with a good answer. Even still, his newly reformed heart wouldn't let him turn away from what was obviously a cry for help.
"Tits," he enjoyed the reaction her nickname got from the two dragon slayers. Their quiet, possessive growls were amusing. When Lucy's eyes met his, they were glazed over with the haze of way too much alcohol. No wonder she was so easily ignoring the cries of her soul.
"Hey, Cobra!" Her cheery greeting and bright smile had the eskimo brothers wondering if he and the blonde had a history. Nope, but he could work with that.
He reached out a hand, knowing she would accept it without thought in her drunken state. That same drunkenness didn't lend to good balance, so she stumbled right into Cobra's chest when she tried to stand. Even better. Now the two slayers were really wondering what they'd missed. Helping Lucy right herself, Cobra said, "Maybe you should slow down on the shots. You'll be shitfaced soon and end up as hungover as you were the last time you woke up in my bed."
Her responding giggle didn't reassure the two dragon slayers, leading to a deeper level of disappointment than Cobra had been expecting. He listened a little closer to their souls, wondering what their intentions had been with the blonde beyond just a quick fuck. The ring of disappointment was coming from the dark and broody one, which didn't make sense if he were only interested in a one-time thing. The bubbly guy clearly only wanted to wet his dick. Cobra met Rogue's eyes, hearing exactly how much the Shadow Dragon Slayer wanted Lucy. Well, too fucking bad. He could have her later when she wasn't fucked up and looking to drown her sorrows in jizz.
Though, that little discovery led Cobra to wonder if he'd found the solution to Lucy's little problem. She was desperately lonely and finding a long term, loving relationship could fix it. Maybe he would take a page out of the barmaid's book and play matchmaker. As he walked the hammered Celestial Mage home, he started making plans.