[ he doesn't even try to stop him. frankly, after this week, he has no energy to do anything except allow lin to spoil him. he's not shameless enough to ask for it, anymore, and it feels really, really nice, to have it.
the bandage of the sword cut is reddening, still. the one on his eye is, too, sluggishly, but it seems like he's mostly okay. he doesn't quite waver, but he lets lin jingheng pull his red stained hand up to hold it. it's still shaking, lightly, and as he sits down, he closes his remaining eye and exhales out, turning his face into lin's hand. ]
Okay. [ no jokes, really. no flirting. no "maybe you'll give me your last name?" he's just so, so tired. this week has broken lu bixing into pieces, again, but at least... at least now, he doesn't have to be alone as he sits among them. he sounds like he's trying not to cry. ]
I look a lot more like him now, huh? Maybe I'll grow a beard.
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the bandage of the sword cut is reddening, still. the one on his eye is, too, sluggishly, but it seems like he's mostly okay. he doesn't quite waver, but he lets lin jingheng pull his red stained hand up to hold it. it's still shaking, lightly, and as he sits down, he closes his remaining eye and exhales out, turning his face into lin's hand. ]
Okay. [ no jokes, really. no flirting. no "maybe you'll give me your last name?" he's just so, so tired. this week has broken lu bixing into pieces, again, but at least... at least now, he doesn't have to be alone as he sits among them. he sounds like he's trying not to cry. ]
I look a lot more like him now, huh? Maybe I'll grow a beard.