[yes, he knows, that's why he isn't making a big deal out of it. or is trying not to, anyway? (jin ling, please, don't become your uncle when it comes to receiving affection . . .)
he's kind and would do the same thing for them, but he did this for jin ling because— because why? if he'd do the same for his other friends, what makes visiting jin ling tonight different? he doesn't honestly have an answer.
the next breath he inhales is a little sharper than he means, though it's alright. sizhui simply holds it, loosens his hands where he'd crossed them over his stomach and reaches with the left one to clutch his ribs like he might sincerely have an injury of some sort. he doesn't, it's just an excuse for why he sounded that way. “do not tell lies,” and “abstain from anything that feels wrong,” both dart across his thoughts at the same time. it won't totally be a lie.
sizhui's face hasn't gotten any less redder, by the way! in fact, after having laid himself out, his cheeks are heating with the realization that one: he's lying in jin ling's bed, and two: jin ling seems okay with this, even takes it a step further by asking if he should sleep then correcting himself and saying more intently.]
It isn't nine yet.
Besides, Jin Ling, [except he hesitates, mouth going impossibly dry, a lump forming in his throat soon after. you can't say that, you can't— the hand on his side skims to his chest, presses while he swallows, tongue darting over his lips before he breathlessly murmurs,] You should, too.
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he's kind and would do the same thing for them, but he did this for jin ling because— because why? if he'd do the same for his other friends, what makes visiting jin ling tonight different? he doesn't honestly have an answer.
the next breath he inhales is a little sharper than he means, though it's alright. sizhui simply holds it, loosens his hands where he'd crossed them over his stomach and reaches with the left one to clutch his ribs like he might sincerely have an injury of some sort. he doesn't, it's just an excuse for why he sounded that way. “do not tell lies,” and “abstain from anything that feels wrong,” both dart across his thoughts at the same time. it won't totally be a lie.
sizhui's face hasn't gotten any less redder, by the way! in fact, after having laid himself out, his cheeks are heating with the realization that one: he's lying in jin ling's bed, and two: jin ling seems okay with this, even takes it a step further by asking if he should sleep then correcting himself and saying more intently.]
It isn't nine yet.
Besides, Jin Ling, [except he hesitates, mouth going impossibly dry, a lump forming in his throat soon after. you can't say that, you can't— the hand on his side skims to his chest, presses while he swallows, tongue darting over his lips before he breathlessly murmurs,] You should, too.