[ it feels so nice to hear lin say that. it's somewhere between warmth and relief, after the trauma of their experience, after nearly losing him again, in the excited fireworks of a phrase that he not only rarely gets to hear, but he's hearing again, after seventeen years of a half hologram and nothing.
he exhales. shaky. slow, watching lin jingheng move and stand under the shower. closing his eyes briefly - seeing the mental image, again, the second he does, the bullet and the --
no. he opens his eyes. there's quiet for a little bit, and lin jingheng is left to shower in peace, but not for long -- eventually, there's the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, and a second later lu bixing steps in behind him, and just buries his face in the back of his shoulderblades and stays there, mumbling, almost a little petulantly: ]
I'm the prime minister. I can do what I want. [ this is so untrue on so many levels ]
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he exhales. shaky. slow, watching lin jingheng move and stand under the shower. closing his eyes briefly - seeing the mental image, again, the second he does, the bullet and the --
no. he opens his eyes. there's quiet for a little bit, and lin jingheng is left to shower in peace, but not for long -- eventually, there's the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, and a second later lu bixing steps in behind him, and just buries his face in the back of his shoulderblades and stays there, mumbling, almost a little petulantly: ]
I'm the prime minister. I can do what I want. [ this is so untrue on so many levels ]