[alright, alright, he won't do it again! (but at least he was polite enough to keep it to himself instead of mentioning aloud how worrisome that heart-rate is.)
also: yes, jin ling's gotten much better at being accommodating over the years.
something he shouldn't worry about, however, is sizhui letting his arm go for now because at some point, he'll be taking hold of it again. except the next time he does, it won't just be his wrist and jin ling might actually have an aneurysm or a heart-attack at the idea of hand-holding. he has to admit, the fact his friend willingly lies down beside him without much fuss is almost heart-stopping.
the hesitation before it is what sizhui's curiosity lingers on, though. he keeps his attention focused upward for now, waiting until jin ling has settled next to him, striving as hard as he can to ignore the rapid th-th-thump of his own heartbeat and the dull, achy throb in his wrists. it's good jin ling hasn't fled since that'd mean sizhui would give chase which, ten to one, isn't smart when he's already lightheaded. despite how it feels like the air has been sucked straight from his lungs, he still manages,] Your qi, [he sighs softly.] It's disturbed, I can feel it. How can you not?
[and if he can't, then is he feeling his own nervousness? is he the one about to vibrate out of his skin? (the answer is: probably both.)]
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also: yes, jin ling's gotten much better at being accommodating over the years.
something he shouldn't worry about, however, is sizhui letting his arm go for now because at some point, he'll be taking hold of it again. except the next time he does, it won't just be his wrist and jin ling might actually have an aneurysm or a heart-attack at the idea of hand-holding. he has to admit, the fact his friend willingly lies down beside him without much fuss is almost heart-stopping.
the hesitation before it is what sizhui's curiosity lingers on, though. he keeps his attention focused upward for now, waiting until jin ling has settled next to him, striving as hard as he can to ignore the rapid th-th-thump of his own heartbeat and the dull, achy throb in his wrists. it's good jin ling hasn't fled since that'd mean sizhui would give chase which, ten to one, isn't smart when he's already lightheaded. despite how it feels like the air has been sucked straight from his lungs, he still manages,] Your qi, [he sighs softly.] It's disturbed, I can feel it. How can you not?
[and if he can't, then is he feeling his own nervousness? is he the one about to vibrate out of his skin? (the answer is: probably both.)]