[ he guides him slowly towards a bed, to sit down together, one and then the other. he doesn't stop looking at him until lu bixing looks away, ducks his head with a soft little laugh.
he reaches with his good arm to grab his stray jacket he's left here, drawing the dark blue up and over lu bixing's shoulders. ]
[ he laughs, a little, at that, because he can't really help it, and lets himself sink into the warmth of his jacket around his shoulders. it's familiar, it smells like whiskey and cigarettes, and he loses himself in it for a moment, shrugging into it a little further.
lin's been gone. the paradox of these two things occurring at once, the jacket and the reminder. he'll take the distraction of this conversation, because at least the hurt is more familiar. ]
It followed the course of what's been done. It's... things are so different now, Lin. I wish you could see it.
[ he rests his head against lu bixing's letting his eyes shut. his wounds ache a little bit, but they ache less as he maneuvers them to lean against a wall and just be. ]
I do too.
[ his fingers tighten gently in the fabric, holding lu bixing closer. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ he guides him slowly towards a bed, to sit down together, one and then the other. he doesn't stop looking at him until lu bixing looks away, ducks his head with a soft little laugh.
he reaches with his good arm to grab his stray jacket he's left here, drawing the dark blue up and over lu bixing's shoulders. ]
no subject
[ he laughs, a little, at that, because he can't really help it, and lets himself sink into the warmth of his jacket around his shoulders. it's familiar, it smells like whiskey and cigarettes, and he loses himself in it for a moment, shrugging into it a little further.
lin's been gone. the paradox of these two things occurring at once, the jacket and the reminder. he'll take the distraction of this conversation, because at least the hurt is more familiar. ]
It followed the course of what's been done. It's... things are so different now, Lin. I wish you could see it.
no subject
[ he rests his head against lu bixing's letting his eyes shut. his wounds ache a little bit, but they ache less as he maneuvers them to lean against a wall and just be. ]
I do too.
[ his fingers tighten gently in the fabric, holding lu bixing closer. ]
... missed too much.