[ he laughs, a little, at that. soft, wet in the back of his throat. ]
Not going to scold me? [ uriel scolding lin had been a little funny, earlier. he still remembers the way lin jingheng found those track marks and it makes his skin crawl, and something in him fidgets uncomfortably (he's going to know who you were and he's going to hate you for it, lu bixing, unlovable that you've become) but he pushes it aside with the memory of lin jingheng's insistent reminders from weeks before and takes a deep breath.
... he will, though, carefully going to light his own up with a flick of the lighter, and then turning his head. just enough to touch the softly burning tip to lin's cigarette, holding it lightly between his fingertips until they catch, and only pulling away afterwards it's lit, barely enough. he likes the way the fire lights up lin's eyes, and likes the smell of the smoke - moreso than any drug, really. it's comforting.
he takes a pull from his own and lets it go, lets the smoke curl loose in his lungs before he exhales. ]
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Not going to scold me? [ uriel scolding lin had been a little funny, earlier. he still remembers the way lin jingheng found those track marks and it makes his skin crawl, and something in him fidgets uncomfortably (he's going to know who you were and he's going to hate you for it, lu bixing, unlovable that you've become) but he pushes it aside with the memory of lin jingheng's insistent reminders from weeks before and takes a deep breath.
... he will, though, carefully going to light his own up with a flick of the lighter, and then turning his head. just enough to touch the softly burning tip to lin's cigarette, holding it lightly between his fingertips until they catch, and only pulling away afterwards it's lit, barely enough. he likes the way the fire lights up lin's eyes, and likes the smell of the smoke - moreso than any drug, really. it's comforting.
he takes a pull from his own and lets it go, lets the smoke curl loose in his lungs before he exhales. ]