He brings Xingchen's hand up so he can feel the smile the simple word brings.
Xue Yang rolls his eyes at how far away Zichen chooses to sit, but the table is only so big, and there is only so much furniture. They'd not needed much, after all. It's a cozy house, attached to his employer's warehouse. Included in his wages, plus enough for food if they stretch it a bit.
But in an attempt to prove he intends no harm, once inside, he'd unbuckled Jiangzai and left it leaning beside the door.
But wherever Xingchen sits, he's going to be right there beside him, knees touching. Not even on purpose, it's just how he tends to sit when with Xingchen. He lets the other tell Zichen about what he's been doing here. And about their shared time living together before.
"Everyone has secrets, Daozhang. He never asked for mine." He shrugs, shoulders itching to move, to do something. He breathes through it. "Maybe I should have told him from the beginning." Another shrug. "Too late."
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Xue Yang rolls his eyes at how far away Zichen chooses to sit, but the table is only so big, and there is only so much furniture. They'd not needed much, after all. It's a cozy house, attached to his employer's warehouse. Included in his wages, plus enough for food if they stretch it a bit.
But in an attempt to prove he intends no harm, once inside, he'd unbuckled Jiangzai and left it leaning beside the door.
But wherever Xingchen sits, he's going to be right there beside him, knees touching. Not even on purpose, it's just how he tends to sit when with Xingchen. He lets the other tell Zichen about what he's been doing here. And about their shared time living together before.
"Everyone has secrets, Daozhang. He never asked for mine." He shrugs, shoulders itching to move, to do something. He breathes through it. "Maybe I should have told him from the beginning." Another shrug. "Too late."