[ affection is embarrassing, okay? and he'd least of all expect it being directed at himself. gods, he's turning into his uncle and he's well aware of that. that's... a sad thought. (sorry, uncle).
Sizhui is just kind, that's his default state of being. he's always been kind to his friends, he'd do the same for Jingyi or Zizhen, or any other person, really. him coming over to you this close to the night isn't special, Jin Ling, get a grip.
he doesn't jump at the smack, but he does look back up, brows furrowing a little. ah... yes, there's the confirmation of Sizhui's pure and respectable kindness. that's all there is, friendly kindness. he mentally smacks himself and decides to stuff any other potential feeling he is (absolutely not!) having in a box, lock it with fifty padlocks and bury it so far back into his mind he won't find it again. surely that's the safest way to do it.
...so why does his cheeks still heat a little as Sizhui makes his bed a resting place. Jin Ling doesn't mind, but now he's also rooted to the spot, because Sizhui is on his bed, laying down. this shouldn't even be an issue. this is what friends do... right? it's normal. he clears his throat, feeling it twinge a little with uncomfortable tightness and tries to relax his shoulders. ]
Of course I would. Because we're friends. ... do you need to sleep? You should sleep.
[ the words are out his mouth before he can stop them and he's not going to take them back now. ]
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Sizhui is just kind, that's his default state of being. he's always been kind to his friends, he'd do the same for Jingyi or Zizhen, or any other person, really. him coming over to you this close to the night isn't special, Jin Ling, get a grip.
he doesn't jump at the smack, but he does look back up, brows furrowing a little. ah... yes, there's the confirmation of Sizhui's pure and respectable kindness. that's all there is, friendly kindness. he mentally smacks himself and decides to stuff any other potential feeling he is (absolutely not!) having in a box, lock it with fifty padlocks and bury it so far back into his mind he won't find it again. surely that's the safest way to do it.
...so why does his cheeks still heat a little as Sizhui makes his bed a resting place. Jin Ling doesn't mind, but now he's also rooted to the spot, because Sizhui is on his bed, laying down. this shouldn't even be an issue. this is what friends do... right? it's normal. he clears his throat, feeling it twinge a little with uncomfortable tightness and tries to relax his shoulders. ]
Of course I would. Because we're friends. ... do you need to sleep? You should sleep.
[ the words are out his mouth before he can stop them and he's not going to take them back now. ]