he holds faster to him, despite the flinching, because it's too late, because he has every intention of not letting go of him. his face remains unreadable save for the faint flicker in his eyes. he doesn't hate him. he could never bring himself to.
[ he definitely winces, this time, at that flicker - golden eyes drifting away from him, down to the ground, the muscle in his arm flexing and tensing.
... softly, again, though it's got a little more strength to it, lu bixing repeats himself. he's trying to summon it up, but its hard, in the face of everything. in the face of the way lin is looking at him, at how badly he wants to run away.
[ he reaches forward and takes his chin in his fingers, tilting his head up just a bit more. ]
One last time.
[ he believes him, but he knows that he will have to bolster it just as well, lingers closer, letting his other hand move so that he can hold his face in both hands. his thumb strokes slowly over his cheek, eyes soft. ]
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[ at all.
he holds faster to him, despite the flinching, because it's too late, because he has every intention of not letting go of him. his face remains unreadable save for the faint flicker in his eyes. he doesn't hate him. he could never bring himself to.
it's too late.]
Again.
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... softly, again, though it's got a little more strength to it, lu bixing repeats himself. he's trying to summon it up, but its hard, in the face of everything. in the face of the way lin is looking at him, at how badly he wants to run away.
he tries, though. ] I know, Lin.
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One last time.
[ he believes him, but he knows that he will have to bolster it just as well, lingers closer, letting his other hand move so that he can hold his face in both hands. his thumb strokes slowly over his cheek, eyes soft. ]
Okay?