[ oh he goes still as lu bixing kisses the top of his head. "sorry" is not a word he attributes with loss, if only because he has never heard it used in such context ever. everything he has ever lost, everything that has ever been robbed from him, and never once was anyone sorry for a death. all it's done is harden him really.
the first time he'd heard it was maybe a week ago in that particular way. it felt funny. it feels funny now, but all he does is remain silent for a stretch longer. the feeling of being left alone in the bar is enough. he stretches out his legs and lets his arm loop around lu bixing's waist, linking them together. ]
He was keeping a journal to remember Eto.
Wanted to write a book about it. [ it's so funny i hate this i hate this so much. ]
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the first time he'd heard it was maybe a week ago in that particular way. it felt funny. it feels funny now, but all he does is remain silent for a stretch longer. the feeling of being left alone in the bar is enough. he stretches out his legs and lets his arm loop around lu bixing's waist, linking them together. ]
He was keeping a journal to remember Eto.
Wanted to write a book about it. [ it's so funny i hate this i hate this so much. ]