Lazarus sat heavily on a pew at the back of the church, resting his elbows on the back of the pew in front of him as he clasped his hands together, eyes closed. He wasn't praying. He just needed to calm down. He focused his thoughts away from his anger at Albert and Gabriel and himself and away from the old nagging in the back of his mind that urged him to go to a bar instead and drink himself stupid.
He sat uninterrupted for a while, though as footsteps echoed off the stone floor and walls, he forced himself not to look around. He was trying to stay calm, after all, not irritated further by someone breaking his peace.
"Forgive me, Father. Forgive me, Lazarus." Albert's voice murmured from the pew behind Lazarus, a little to the right of him. "Lazarus, I had to see my... your Emerald," he explained, but Lazarus only felt his temper shooting back up. He remained silent, still rejecting the urge to open his eyes and turn to punch the other wolf. His Emerald? Who does he think he is? He put a hand on his shoulder and rose, "take care of her. She's rare." Lazarus bit back the curses that jumped to his lips, instead nodding.
"I know," he muttered.
"Thank you, Lazarus."
"For being everything I couldn't. Look after my Emerald, that's all I ask."
"Oh, I've looked after her so well she's turned into a human again and is asking me to turn her into a wolf. Yeah, I'm doing a brilliant job of it," he sighed bitterly, resting his head on his hands, finally opening his eyes to stare down at the dark wood of the pew.
"She did what? Well, what are you going to do?"
"Well I can hardly let her age and wither away like that while I'm stuck in the body of a twenty eight year old, can I?" he growled slightly, "I just don't want to put her through so much pain."
"Wouldn't it be less pain than death?"
"I s'pose at least she would know what was happening the first time," he mumbled, more to himself, "dunno if that would really help when the pain hits though."
"If she lets it take over it won't be as bad but... it will still be unimaginable," he sighed, sitting down again, "Bane will have a big job ahead of him."
"Huh. I didn't have any choice but to let it take over the first few times, I had no idea what was happening. But it didn't really help with the pain." He folded his arms down on the back of the pew, and rested his head on them, staring at the altar dully.
"You'll be there beside her, right? Then things will be okay. I could try and ask the pack if I can be there too, if you'd like." Lazarus grimaced and held back the snarl that rose in the back of his throat.
"Of course I'll be with her; what kind of a husband do you think I am?"
"It was rhetorical, Einstein."
"I was simply talking to try and stop myself from hurting you very badly. That might still happen," he said, his voice straining a little as he forced himself to remain where he was.
"Why? I'm not like that anymore, I'm sorry for that." There was silence for a moment. "Fine, I'll go," he sighed, "go back to her," he said, standing up once more. Lazarus looked up.
"Why do you do that?" he asked, "why do you have to do your best to wind me up?"
"I'm not; I simply suggest you go back to her. Today's significant." Lazarus closed his eyes for a moment, hating that he had to ask the next question.
"Significant how?" He should know, after all, yet he didn't - or if he did, his anger had blinded him to the answer.
He shrugged coolly, "not that you'll care but I died today."
"Oh," he paused, "you remember what day you died?" he asked, arching an eyebrow slightly as he sat back.
"I got shot in the middle of the town square; my death is even recorded in a book somewhere." Lazarus nodded to himself slightly.
"Yeah I guess you would remember that," he sighed, standing up, moving to push past Albert. He sat down in the pew, allowing him past. He nodded a silent, reluctant thanks as he shoved his hands in his pockets, walking towards the door of the church. As he left the building, he squinted slightly in the sunlight, keeping his head down for the whole walk back to the apartment. He couldn't figure Albert out; one day he would be perfectly civil, almost friendly, and others, he would go out of his way to do Lazarus' head in.
Shaking his head slightly, he let himself back into the apartment, mumbling a sorry the moment he saw her.
"Welcome back, Lazarus."
"I'm amazed you're welcoming me after the way I behaved," he muttered, closing the door behind him and leaning on it.
"Forgive and forget." He nodded and moved over to the sofa, sitting down with one knee hugged to his chest.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Melissa spoke again, "Are you?" he nodded and looked over at her.
"Yeah. Just y'know... annoyed at myself for snapping and not realizing today wasn't a good day."
She smiled warmly, "it's okay." He smiled back weakly, still embarrassed, despite her forgiving attitude.
"You're too good to me sometimes, Melissa," he murmured.
"You think so?" he nodded.
"Mmm. I was expecting some kind of rebuke for my behaviour, or something," he shrugged, "especially after Albert decided it would be a good idea to come and find me to tell me how today is a significant day."
"He only wanted to apologise..."
"I know," he sighed and slouched into the sofa a little further, "I'm just being ridiculous. Sorry."
"No need to apologise," she shrugged, moving onto the couch beside him. He smiled again, this time properly. She pulled her legs up onto the sofa, her arms around his waist as she ducked under one of his arms, resting her head against his side and just clung to him, "never any need to apologise." He hugged her close and kissed her softly, humming another "mmm" as he put his own leg back down so he could sit more comfortably with her. She kissed him back warmly, "as long as I'm with you... everything's okay."
"just as well I'll always be with you, then," he whispered.
"Till death do us part," she smiled, resting her head back against his side, kissing his chest softly.
"Not that we'll ever die," he smiled too, tightening his grip on her slightly.