Please imagine Lusa coming home injured and Esper just quietly comes up to him and helps patch him up
“…You’re late.” Esper mumbles as he hears the front door open. He doesn’t bother turning to look, already knowing exactly who it was. “You’re late.” he repeats, an irate edge to his voice. “You kept me—” He pauses, finally glances over at the other.
“…Sorry.” Lusa manages, one hand clutching his side as he stumbles a few steps forward. Esper says nothing, doesn’t make any move, though his eyes grow noticeably wider as he carefully looks over his alternate, gaze settling on the blood seeping out from between Lusa’s fingers. “I sorta… Took on more’n I could handle…” He takes another step, his movements careful, slow. “I’ll be fine tho—” He doesn’t make it much further, grimacing in pain before collapsing on the spot.
Esper is by his side in an instant, moving so quickly that one might almost call it teleportation. There’s a pained noise of protest as Esper grabs hold of Lusa, dragging the other to the closest chair before setting him down in it. “…Medicine. Stay put.”
“Esper, ya don’t gotta—” He sighs as Esper darts off again, rolling his eyes once the other returns with what looks like a high-end potion. He immediately shakes his head. “Don’t waste yer potions on me; shit’s expensive. I told ya I’ll be—”
“Shut up.” Esper warns him, all but forcing the potion on him and making sure he drinks the whole thing. “…It’ll help.” And help it does, as Lusa can already feel himself starting to go numb.
“…Thanks, Esper.” Lusa mumbles.
“Mm.” Esper watches him for a few moments longer, his gaze uncomfortably intense. “…Lusa.” He gestures at the Psyker’s wound. “…Who?”
“…Found a Nasod facil’ty near Altera.” Lusa admits, sighing. “Looked promisin’, figured I could handle m’self.” Esper nods once, his eyes darkening to a dangerous black. “…’Ey, Esper, ya ain’t gonna—”
“…I’ll take care of it.”
“’Ey, wait, don’t—”
“I’ll kill them.” Esper seems to zone out, his eyes taking on a faraway look that Lusa recognises all too well as a sign that he’s long gone. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, I’ll…”
“Esper—!” It’s too late, Esper taking off with nothing but that dangerous, crazed laugh as his parting words. “Well… if it’s him he’ll be a’ight… Right..?”