[ man i hate jingheng because he isn't going to say anything, but that's just because lu bixing knows that he can give everything he needs to give him without saying a single woord. he holds him closer, draws him in against his chest and sinks into the back of the seating, holding him as close as the boundaries of their bodies allow.
he feels the intensity of his crying, and just strokes at his hair, won't tell him to stop, because wouldn't that be worse? it is not so much unbecoming, as jingheng only knows that he needs to anchor bixing here and now as they weather this insanity.
finally, lin jingheng turns his head from the way they have tucked themselves against each other like a pair of birds. he presses his forehead to bixing's temples with a soft bonk. ]
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he feels the intensity of his crying, and just strokes at his hair, won't tell him to stop, because wouldn't that be worse? it is not so much unbecoming, as jingheng only knows that he needs to anchor bixing here and now as they weather this insanity.
finally, lin jingheng turns his head from the way they have tucked themselves against each other like a pair of birds. he presses his forehead to bixing's temples with a soft bonk. ]