[ soft, a murmur, determined to be heard. the words are from the depths of his chest, and while he'd say them in the dark of night between the both of them, fingers intertwined, but here in this moment. he opens. thanks effect of the week. his eyes are warm gray, the aftermath of a squall. ]
I love you too. Lu Bixing.
[ like something will sweep in and snatch the words and their sentiments right out of the air. he's frightened it will flutter away, the winds too strong. he stops thinking somewhere between his shirt and his trousers and when he's told to get in the shower, he has to truly pause a moment and then just presses a hand gently to lu bixing's shoulder, squeezing slowly. ]
Mmm... you don't outrank me, do you?
[ as if he cares. it's a joke. he will get in the shower then, standing under the provided spray carefully to start washing off blood, careful of his bandages... he is efficient, quiet, but sometimes there is a soft little grit of pain somewhere in there. you know how he is. ]
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I love you too. Lu Bixing.
[ like something will sweep in and snatch the words and their sentiments right out of the air. he's frightened it will flutter away, the winds too strong. he stops thinking somewhere between his shirt and his trousers and when he's told to get in the shower, he has to truly pause a moment and then just presses a hand gently to lu bixing's shoulder, squeezing slowly. ]
Mmm... you don't outrank me, do you?
[ as if he cares. it's a joke. he will get in the shower then, standing under the provided spray carefully to start washing off blood, careful of his bandages... he is efficient, quiet, but sometimes there is a soft little grit of pain somewhere in there. you know how he is. ]