he always does. he's someone who minds his words, who sometimes doesn't speak a lot, but to bixing, every single word out of lin jingheng's mouth is precious, because they're so valuable. this is one of those cases - where he feels his heart ache in all the pieces that it's been broken, and he makes a soft, muffled noise and turns his face up to look up at him. his eye is red and wet, the dark circles underneath it miserable, perfect curls destroyed, but he sniffles and nods, and tries to pull himself together.
they won't be kept.
he curls his fingers tight in lin jingheng's shirt, and after a long moment of silence, whispers his response - because he didn't say it back. ] I love you too. [ and slowly, slowly, some of the tension goes out of his shoulders. he just goes boneless, and lets lin jingheng take care of him. ]
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he always does. he's someone who minds his words, who sometimes doesn't speak a lot, but to bixing, every single word out of lin jingheng's mouth is precious, because they're so valuable. this is one of those cases - where he feels his heart ache in all the pieces that it's been broken, and he makes a soft, muffled noise and turns his face up to look up at him. his eye is red and wet, the dark circles underneath it miserable, perfect curls destroyed, but he sniffles and nods, and tries to pull himself together.
they won't be kept.
he curls his fingers tight in lin jingheng's shirt, and after a long moment of silence, whispers his response - because he didn't say it back. ] I love you too. [ and slowly, slowly, some of the tension goes out of his shoulders. he just goes boneless, and lets lin jingheng take care of him. ]