[ this is better. he lets him stare at him all he likes, waiting impatiently to see if lin jingheng is actually going to do what he's told or not. ]

It's fine. [ because it is - just a surface burn, saved from any serious damage by his coat, but even still, he turns his arm to let lin jingheng see that it's nicely bandaged up, and steps past him to turn on the water. ] I'm not the person with two bullets in me -

[ ugh. there he goes, right as he turns around - so, so slow. it hurts lu bixing to watch him, makes his heart ache. makes him see - makes him see it, again, when he closes his eyes. the bullet. the blood.

he shakes it off and comes over, batting away lin jingheng's hands and starting to remove his shirt for him. lu bixing comes close, in his space, and starts working at the buttons, his own brow furrowed, trying not to bite his lip. ] You are so - I worried, so much, I thought, seventeen years would change you, and you are exactly the same.

[ there's a note of frustration in his voice, but it doesn't have any heat. ] I can't - I could hate you to death, the way you do this.

[ but he couldn't, of course. not for a second. ]