"I'll be careful!" He chirps his promise. Anything, if it means he doesn't get sent to bed because Xingchen doesn't want him to do more harm to himself. Xue Yang doesn't seem to notice the lack of a shirt, this home of theirs is kept at a warmer temperature than they ever managed at Yi City. And it's not like Xingchen can see, anyway. Touch...Xue Yang would hardly discourage him!
But the question, that question, clearly not what the blind man had intended to ask...has his jaw close almost with a click.
On one hand...the man he's trying so hard to be here is apparently just the sort of man Xiao Xingchen wants. On the other...it's not his true self. Not the self he's been forced into being, the self he's been beaten into. He never felt it quite so keenly before now, and he has to dig fingers into the cloth at his knees to keep from trembling.
He wants to pace. Wants to lash out.
But he doesn't. He swallows the pain down as best he can. But when he tries to answer, his voice is rough. "I had no one like you, Daozhang...No one cared about a thing like me. I was always...angry. I needed...
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But the question, that question, clearly not what the blind man had intended to ask...has his jaw close almost with a click.
On one hand...the man he's trying so hard to be here is apparently just the sort of man Xiao Xingchen wants. On the other...it's not his true self. Not the self he's been forced into being, the self he's been beaten into. He never felt it quite so keenly before now, and he has to dig fingers into the cloth at his knees to keep from trembling.
He wants to pace. Wants to lash out.
But he doesn't. He swallows the pain down as best he can. But when he tries to answer, his voice is rough. "I had no one like you, Daozhang...No one cared about a thing like me. I was always...angry. I needed...
"A reason." And now he has that reason.