this was accounted for. lu bixing has a state where he becomes utterly incomprehensible, and while usually he excites himself into it on the sheer fact that he has way too many emotions bombarding him all at once—
this time he's trying to stifle it under his hands like a fire that refuses to gutter out. lin jingheng knows that he's making it worse, of course, knows that skinship is something that is treasured between them, and something he saves just for times they are alone.
the hand that takes his is strong, but trembling, clinging desperately and lin jingheng has to let out an unsteady breath as he draws up the stretch to look lu bixing in the eyes. his gaze is weary, but sharp. his words are precise and he takes his time finding the ones he wants to say. ]
What are you afraid of?
[ he tilts forward, leveraging himself on a knee now. if lu bixing is still holding his hand, he'll notice (maybe, he may also just keep dissociating) that lin jinging brings their hands down to rest right against his thigh. He continues, however, to engage in eye-contact. ]
I'm here. Don't you get it?
[ his fingers slip away, pressing down against his leg now. his arm slips up between them and he pushes bixing down so that the stars projected are in full view. ]
sweats.
this was accounted for. lu bixing has a state where he becomes utterly incomprehensible, and while usually he excites himself into it on the sheer fact that he has way too many emotions bombarding him all at once—
this time he's trying to stifle it under his hands like a fire that refuses to gutter out. lin jingheng knows that he's making it worse, of course, knows that skinship is something that is treasured between them, and something he saves just for times they are alone.
the hand that takes his is strong, but trembling, clinging desperately and lin jingheng has to let out an unsteady breath as he draws up the stretch to look lu bixing in the eyes. his gaze is weary, but sharp. his words are precise and he takes his time finding the ones he wants to say. ]
What are you afraid of?
[ he tilts forward, leveraging himself on a knee now. if lu bixing is still holding his hand, he'll notice (maybe, he may also just keep dissociating) that lin jinging brings their hands down to rest right against his thigh. He continues, however, to engage in eye-contact. ]
I'm here. Don't you get it?
[ his fingers slip away, pressing down against his leg now. his arm slips up between them and he pushes bixing down so that the stars projected are in full view. ]
I won't let you go...