lu bixing watches him do this - his breath catches, as he reaches up to touch, fingertips twitching a little, and then... as his hand settles out, he breathes out. like he's been exalted. to feel him - solid, alive, real, not a hologram that he made in a fit of madness, not a cruel, short dream he desperately wanted to stay in when he woke up in the morning.
he thumbs at lin jingheng's cheek - able to do so without trembling, finally, but trying not to stare at him for too long, trying to remember how all of his broken parts are supposed to work together, and manages a little smile, mouth crooking up at the corner - hopeless, rueful, sad, but there. ]
...You came back to me.
[ is what he finally says, barely loud enough to be heard. ]
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lu bixing watches him do this - his breath catches, as he reaches up to touch, fingertips twitching a little, and then... as his hand settles out, he breathes out. like he's been exalted. to feel him - solid, alive, real, not a hologram that he made in a fit of madness, not a cruel, short dream he desperately wanted to stay in when he woke up in the morning.
he thumbs at lin jingheng's cheek - able to do so without trembling, finally, but trying not to stare at him for too long, trying to remember how all of his broken parts are supposed to work together, and manages a little smile, mouth crooking up at the corner - hopeless, rueful, sad, but there. ]
...You came back to me.
[ is what he finally says, barely loud enough to be heard. ]