as if bixing would let him go. he'd let lin have a few minutes to himself, but beyond that... well, he's hurrying to follow him. lin jingheng's had a terrible, terrible week, hasn't he? it makes bixing's heart ache, and when he spots him at the bar, he comes to find him quickly, lifting a hand as his fingers curl briefly in the air before he slides it gently between his shoulderblades by way of greeting.
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as if bixing would let him go. he'd let lin have a few minutes to himself, but beyond that... well, he's hurrying to follow him. lin jingheng's had a terrible, terrible week, hasn't he? it makes bixing's heart ache, and when he spots him at the bar, he comes to find him quickly, lifting a hand as his fingers curl briefly in the air before he slides it gently between his shoulderblades by way of greeting.
he asks, very softly: ] Can I join you?