[ the breathing is good. so he breathes with him, deeply, in and out. some bullshit about counts he remembers, zhanlu counting backwards in his head. he closes his eyes.
unspoken: i trust you.
his voice is soft, honest: ]
Some of them need that particular... warmth that you provide. [ meeting his eyes ]
But don't set yourself on fire.
You don't have to anymore.
[ a hand slipping down to where he knows there are trackmarks. he holds them gently, strokes with his thumb. i'm here. ]
no subject
[ the breathing is good. so he breathes with him, deeply, in and out. some bullshit about counts he remembers, zhanlu counting backwards in his head. he closes his eyes.
unspoken: i trust you.
his voice is soft, honest: ]
Some of them need that particular... warmth that you provide. [ meeting his eyes ]
But don't set yourself on fire.
You don't have to anymore.
[ a hand slipping down to where he knows there are trackmarks. he holds them gently, strokes with his thumb. i'm here. ]