Lazarus doesn't know what the hell is happening today; one second he was getting out of the shower and drying off, the next he felt like he was between sleep and wakefulness, reliving an odd memory where a man's life was in danger and he had to do something about it, even if the plan was cobbled together, makeshift, and more than a little bit insane. It involved entertaining businessmen with models, lots of alcohol, handstands on guardrails, and a few disguises... and incredibly enough, it had worked.
It also leaves Lazarus fully clothed in a paramedic's uniform of all things. Apparently, he hadn't been exempt from wearing a disguise, even as the world's greatest computer detective. Mystified, he wanders out the door, hat and all, because if past experiences are any indicator, he's not the only person this has happened to, and he wants to talk to Nathan and Misa specifically about the experience. Perhaps they can compare notes, especially since Misa happened to be in this particular memory.
Nathan's not at home, but it doesn't take Lazarus long to track him down. It takes him one moment of looking to hasten his steps, rushing toward the diminutive, kneeling figure. He manages to get there in time to hear some of those soft words, they got us, something about the SPK, members having been killed.
"Nathan..." he's kneeling too, hands hesitant, then decisively reaching out to hold the younger man by his shoulders. Anything to become a protective shell for the boy echoing back his Other's successor, anything to shield him from whatever horror he just witnessed. "You're here, you're safe..."
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It also leaves Lazarus fully clothed in a paramedic's uniform of all things. Apparently, he hadn't been exempt from wearing a disguise, even as the world's greatest computer detective. Mystified, he wanders out the door, hat and all, because if past experiences are any indicator, he's not the only person this has happened to, and he wants to talk to Nathan and Misa specifically about the experience. Perhaps they can compare notes, especially since Misa happened to be in this particular memory.
Nathan's not at home, but it doesn't take Lazarus long to track him down. It takes him one moment of looking to hasten his steps, rushing toward the diminutive, kneeling figure. He manages to get there in time to hear some of those soft words, they got us, something about the SPK, members having been killed.
"Nathan..." he's kneeling too, hands hesitant, then decisively reaching out to hold the younger man by his shoulders. Anything to become a protective shell for the boy echoing back his Other's successor, anything to shield him from whatever horror he just witnessed. "You're here, you're safe..."