[ it is untouched, really - in real life and in an silly, artificial little exhibit. there's a whole tidal wave of emotions that threatens to knock him over, between lin jingheng being like, unreasonably cute and the fact that they're standing in their house. even if it's fake, it's still home.
he never thought he'd get to have this again. in a fit of madness, he almost recreated it, and now it's here. it feels like he's dreaming. for a moment, he's just too emotional to really say anything, just tucking his head into lin jingheng's neck as he carries him up the stairs and nodding into his shoulder. it's like i was never gone.
they're different people, but at the same time, they aren't. it's still the home of commander lin and engineer 001, and they're still commander lin and engineer 001. by the time lin sets him down, he's managed to compose himself around all of his butterflies, watching lin jingheng go through the motions of a normal night. he closes his eye, just briefly, and when lin turns away, he pinches himself.
not dreaming.
which is good, because lin jingheng kneels down in front of him and he has an absolutely hysterical train of thoughts before he swallows, watching him and curling his hands in the soft blankets on their bed. fumbling, a little, breathlessly: ] You don't have to...
[ but also oh. okay. wow. what is happening. he's gonna die. ]
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he never thought he'd get to have this again. in a fit of madness, he almost recreated it, and now it's here. it feels like he's dreaming. for a moment, he's just too emotional to really say anything, just tucking his head into lin jingheng's neck as he carries him up the stairs and nodding into his shoulder. it's like i was never gone.
they're different people, but at the same time, they aren't. it's still the home of commander lin and engineer 001, and they're still commander lin and engineer 001. by the time lin sets him down, he's managed to compose himself around all of his butterflies, watching lin jingheng go through the motions of a normal night. he closes his eye, just briefly, and when lin turns away, he pinches himself.
not dreaming.
which is good, because lin jingheng kneels down in front of him and he has an absolutely hysterical train of thoughts before he swallows, watching him and curling his hands in the soft blankets on their bed. fumbling, a little, breathlessly: ] You don't have to...
[ but also oh. okay. wow. what is happening. he's gonna die. ]