[ god he's so tired. what an absolutely wild, insane day, with more questions than answers, with more puns than sense, and - at the very end, with a cruel comment that's sticking in the back of even lu bixing's craw.
he looks tired, but he's looked tired every day, and this is no different. still - he rubs his face, exhausted, and then turns to look at lin jingheng. the sight of him, with popcorn around his neck of all things, makes him smile.
he lets himself soak in the warmth of holding his hand in his own, quietly thankful, and takes that hand a little tighter, to pull it up and hold it tighter in his own. ]
A long, strange day with more questions than answers. [ a pause, and then, a little ruefully - ] ...I'm tired. I know you must be, too.
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he looks tired, but he's looked tired every day, and this is no different. still - he rubs his face, exhausted, and then turns to look at lin jingheng. the sight of him, with popcorn around his neck of all things, makes him smile.
he lets himself soak in the warmth of holding his hand in his own, quietly thankful, and takes that hand a little tighter, to pull it up and hold it tighter in his own. ]
A long, strange day with more questions than answers. [ a pause, and then, a little ruefully - ] ...I'm tired. I know you must be, too.