[ yeah. of course he knows. lin jingheng can call him out better than he can ever really hide it. five killers, and four that he's had an incredibly close relationship with. one of whom he had to kill with his own hands.
he falls quiet for a moment, the easy smile fading off of his face, and shifts a little, nudging his ankle against his. he's okay. he lets a little bit more go, lets a little tension out of his shoulders, lets a little of that tiredness show. ]
...Mmm. Your heart's pretty big too, Lin. [ but lu bixing knows that better than anyone else does. he knows how badly he's been hurt, and how carefully guarded he has to be because of it. he knows how lucky he is, that lin found room in his heart to hold him there. he scoots the barstool over a little, enough that they're closer, and shifts to tilt his head against his arm. ]
I'm okay. [ a little more honestly. ] Hearing from them every few days helps. I'll reach out to Scaramouche, even though I'm sure he won't reach out back.
[ affectionate. ] What about you? Are you going to reach out to Childe?
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he falls quiet for a moment, the easy smile fading off of his face, and shifts a little, nudging his ankle against his. he's okay. he lets a little bit more go, lets a little tension out of his shoulders, lets a little of that tiredness show. ]
...Mmm. Your heart's pretty big too, Lin. [ but lu bixing knows that better than anyone else does. he knows how badly he's been hurt, and how carefully guarded he has to be because of it. he knows how lucky he is, that lin found room in his heart to hold him there. he scoots the barstool over a little, enough that they're closer, and shifts to tilt his head against his arm. ]
I'm okay. [ a little more honestly. ] Hearing from them every few days helps. I'll reach out to Scaramouche, even though I'm sure he won't reach out back.
[ affectionate. ] What about you? Are you going to reach out to Childe?