it's only when the others have gotten up to leave - when it's just the two of them, sitting in this bizarre little bar with the tentacle, lu bixing shifts a little where he's sitting, and lifts his good arm to wrap it around lin jingheng when he drops into his shoulder like that, hooking it tight. he can be the sunshine. he can be the warmth, the steadiness. the fire burning to keep the others warm.
...besides. he can't say he's all that surprised. (after all, lu bixing remembers being like cosmos, once. he remembers learning the world, and how - if anyone had ever tried to kill him, if he hadn't been under monoeye's watchful gaze, it would have been easy.)
he'd never say that, though. especially not because he loves - loves that lin cares so much, and knows intimately how bad he's hurting, and, the empathy of the hurt makes his heart ache. he squeezes his arm around his shoulder and focuses on the smell of cigarette smoke to anchor himself, and then when everyone's gone, kisses the top of his head and lingers there. ]
I think that's a good plan. [ gentle. ] ...I'm sorry, Lin.
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it's only when the others have gotten up to leave - when it's just the two of them, sitting in this bizarre little bar with the tentacle, lu bixing shifts a little where he's sitting, and lifts his good arm to wrap it around lin jingheng when he drops into his shoulder like that, hooking it tight. he can be the sunshine. he can be the warmth, the steadiness. the fire burning to keep the others warm.
...besides. he can't say he's all that surprised. (after all, lu bixing remembers being like cosmos, once. he remembers learning the world, and how - if anyone had ever tried to kill him, if he hadn't been under monoeye's watchful gaze, it would have been easy.)
he'd never say that, though. especially not because he loves - loves that lin cares so much, and knows intimately how bad he's hurting, and, the empathy of the hurt makes his heart ache. he squeezes his arm around his shoulder and focuses on the smell of cigarette smoke to anchor himself, and then when everyone's gone, kisses the top of his head and lingers there. ]
I think that's a good plan. [ gentle. ] ...I'm sorry, Lin.