The words are murmured before Xingchen can think to stop them. But there's no point in thinking about how things might've been, or even how they'll be. There is only how things are, in this present moment.
The corners of his lips quirk when he calls him by his name, unexpected but unexpectedly pleasant. Xingchen nods his head to give him permission. He thinks there will come a time when that's not necessary either, but it's a good practice for Xue Yang to have in these early days.
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The words are murmured before Xingchen can think to stop them. But there's no point in thinking about how things might've been, or even how they'll be. There is only how things are, in this present moment.
The corners of his lips quirk when he calls him by his name, unexpected but unexpectedly pleasant. Xingchen nods his head to give him permission. He thinks there will come a time when that's not necessary either, but it's a good practice for Xue Yang to have in these early days.