[ to be honest, Jin Ling still doesn't feel like he's a sect leader yet. the shoes to fill seems to get bigger and bigger and he's doing his best to not stumble in the dark.
it takes him another couple of moments to take a step back from Sizhui, put some distance between them, inhaling on a measured, stuttering breath. masking it as tiredness is fine, right? he's tired. exhausted even, but Sizhui doesn't need to know that, doesn't need the worry.
so Jin Ling focuses on him instead, even though he almost misses Sizhui's question in lieu of his mind wandering. ]
Not just the candy?
[ he sees the other consider the different spots in his room and oh. Jin Ling raises his arm to... what? he's hovering as Sizhui closes his eyes in apparent vague distress and he hesitates, before he grabs his friend's wrist. ]
Come on, before you topple over.
[ and tugs him towards the bed and turning him around so he can sit. ]
omg how did I not "you're"
it takes him another couple of moments to take a step back from Sizhui, put some distance between them, inhaling on a measured, stuttering breath. masking it as tiredness is fine, right? he's tired. exhausted even, but Sizhui doesn't need to know that, doesn't need the worry.
so Jin Ling focuses on him instead, even though he almost misses Sizhui's question in lieu of his mind wandering. ]
Not just the candy?
[ he sees the other consider the different spots in his room and oh. Jin Ling raises his arm to... what? he's hovering as Sizhui closes his eyes in apparent vague distress and he hesitates, before he grabs his friend's wrist. ]
Come on, before you topple over.
[ and tugs him towards the bed and turning him around so he can sit. ]
Did you rush here? What were you thinking?