[ home is the nice place to be, for bixing. with lin jingheng close to him, his injuries mostly tended to, he finally managed to doze off for a little while, the pain and adrenaline finally coming to a slow daze. his hand stays in jingheng's, and...
when he looks at the hand he's holding, he might notice something new! namely, under the sleeve of bixing's comfy pajamas he's managed to change into, there's this jagged scratch mark on the inside of his arm. it's what had been bleeding earlier, red and angry - it was just a little bit of blood, but the mark is still there.
he makes a quiet noise when lin lifts his hand, brow furrowing, and he eventually, rasps: ]
Your... cigarettes. You're going to run out...
[ but squeezes his hand, gently. i'm here, and, maybe more importantly, jingheng is here. ]
hehe
when he looks at the hand he's holding, he might notice something new! namely, under the sleeve of bixing's comfy pajamas he's managed to change into, there's this jagged scratch mark on the inside of his arm. it's what had been bleeding earlier, red and angry - it was just a little bit of blood, but the mark is still there.
he makes a quiet noise when lin lifts his hand, brow furrowing, and he eventually, rasps: ]
Your... cigarettes. You're going to run out...
[ but squeezes his hand, gently. i'm here, and, maybe more importantly, jingheng is here. ]