[ he can tell that his words are wasted, and he instead shifts some more, moves so that he can reach over and press his palms against lu bixing's ears. there's no uncertainty to it, just an instinctive moment to grab his head and turn him to look him in the eye. don't look away, don't act like you've done shameful things.
he won't scold him about weakness, won't linger over the days spent pouring over his hair... he won't... he doesn't... instead, he pushes a thumb over his lips that are babbling about being sorry. ]
Shh.
[ i don't want them, there's nothing to apologize for. but he doesn't say it, just makes sure that they've been brought to the same page of half of the story. ]
I'm here. [ the lights dim. we're in hell. ] I'm... here.
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he won't scold him about weakness, won't linger over the days spent pouring over his hair... he won't... he doesn't... instead, he pushes a thumb over his lips that are babbling about being sorry. ]
Shh.
[ i don't want them, there's nothing to apologize for. but he doesn't say it, just makes sure that they've been brought to the same page of half of the story. ]
I'm here. [ the lights dim. we're in hell. ] I'm... here.
[ a film flickers onto the screen. lin jingheng doesn't move until lu bixing does, frozen in the face of his own anxiety. ]