It's bitterly cold everywhere while it's snowing outside. The crippling loneliness of this place gnaws at him and it's hard to bear on his own. There's a gentle knock on the door. "Xingchen, it's me. I'm here"
He didn't come empty-handed. He brings a gift basket of flowers, fruits, and chocolate. As he stands there waiting for the door opens, he truly felt he doesn't deserve him, this graceful man. He swallows nervously.
"Xingchen, I want to stay with you..." His voice trails off. What he meant to say is all day, all night, everyday. The gnawing he felt inside, Xingchen occupying his thoughts, his everything, and he wanted to tell him.
Xingchen had been trying to weather the cold the way that he did everything. Quietly, with a hint of a smile on his lips and a gentle word for everyone. He was trying to help his roommate with her plants when he could, too, as they were far more susceptible to the cold. So he has been busy even when in the suite he was assigned. Doing his best to ... not think about things that hurt.
It's for the better, when he doesn't.
But he has still missed Zichen every moment they are apart, bitterly and helplessly, so when the knock comes, he slips to the door immediately and without hesitation.
He lets him in, and reaches to find the back of a hand with his own as soon as the door is closed.
"Yes." It takes a moment for him to process the request, but once he has, he nods without hesitation, his answer soft but clear. Then his fingers rubbed the chilled palm.
"Come, sit with me. Let us share some spiritual energy, and as much touch as you are comfortable with, so y-- so we can warm up a little. Does this suit?"
Zichen realized he probably made a mistake. Though he's confused over his own moral compass under the hotel's influence, mind and emotions clouded, and he tries to find a direction, a purpose, a path to heal. Xingchen isn't the only one to bear his hurt alone. It's a shared burden.
He wants to spend his time with him as much as he could. He misses him terribly and will do anything to be in the presence of his friend's grace and kindness. First, words. It's difficult as he needs to form them.
"Mm, sit beside you. It suits." When he reaches for his hand, he's holding his hands back, seeking his warmth, that only he can give. He sits next to him.
"It's the seasons of giving, Xingchen. I brought you a gift. It's tea, a box of chocolates...ah but my gift to you is fresh flowers." Not easy to obtain since he has to work with an overbearing demonic supervisor, but for Xingchen, it's worth earning.
He opens up Xingchen's hands and places a bouquet of flowers in them. "Flowers for you, Xingchen. I think the flower types are called red roses."
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let him live here
He didn't come empty-handed. He brings a gift basket of flowers, fruits, and chocolate. As he stands there waiting for the door opens, he truly felt he doesn't deserve him, this graceful man. He swallows nervously.
"Xingchen, I want to stay with you..." His voice trails off. What he meant to say is all day, all night, everyday. The gnawing he felt inside, Xingchen occupying his thoughts, his everything, and he wanted to tell him.
of course, and always.
It's for the better, when he doesn't.
But he has still missed Zichen every moment they are apart, bitterly and helplessly, so when the knock comes, he slips to the door immediately and without hesitation.
He lets him in, and reaches to find the back of a hand with his own as soon as the door is closed.
"Yes." It takes a moment for him to process the request, but once he has, he nods without hesitation, his answer soft but clear. Then his fingers rubbed the chilled palm.
"Come, sit with me. Let us share some spiritual energy, and as much touch as you are comfortable with, so y-- so we can warm up a little. Does this suit?"
Yay!
He wants to spend his time with him as much as he could. He misses him terribly and will do anything to be in the presence of his friend's grace and kindness. First, words. It's difficult as he needs to form them.
"Mm, sit beside you. It suits." When he reaches for his hand, he's holding his hands back, seeking his warmth, that only he can give. He sits next to him.
"It's the seasons of giving, Xingchen. I brought you a gift. It's tea, a box of chocolates...ah but my gift to you is fresh flowers." Not easy to obtain since he has to work with an overbearing demonic supervisor, but for Xingchen, it's worth earning.
He opens up Xingchen's hands and places a bouquet of flowers in them. "Flowers for you, Xingchen. I think the flower types are called red roses."