[goodness, jin ling, what would people think if they knew? not that they will, considering who sizhui is and how he wouldn't let such things get out of hand— the rumors, of course, because if things got out of hand with them... well, that's something he'd make certain wouldn't leave this bedroom.
but considering such things certainly isn't necessary when they're just friends. friends can lay in bed beside each other, one can help the other calm down from a possible (likely oncoming) anxiety attack and there's nothing wrong with that, nothing off about it.
...right?
hold it together a little longer, he pleads with himself, breath somehow still steady, sustained. jin ling's hand is a warm, solid weight against his abdomen, one he's desperately trying not to get distracted by as he must maintain composure for this breathing exercise (and for the sheer fact that if he slips, jin ling will notice, which might bring on an unwanted onslaught of questions). admittedly though, he is enjoying the way it feels, their hands following the slow in-out of his breathing. whether it's instinctual or not, sizhui's fingertips gently settle into the slight dips between jin ling's fingers, although he doesn't entwine their hands. that very well might've been over the line, so better safe than sorry.
oh no, he noticed anyway, didn't he? unfortunate as it is, jin ling's tactful enough to not question him, just hushes, does what he's told and the lan disciple couldn't be more appreciative in that moment. once jin ling's got his other hand settled, he swallows thickly, presses his lips tight, hearing honed in on the momentary stutter of his breathing.]
Keep breathing, [he encourages, soft and leveled, unoccupied hand lifting to rest across their hands. please, don't let go.] ...you're doing good, okay? Just a few more.
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but considering such things certainly isn't necessary when they're just friends. friends can lay in bed beside each other, one can help the other calm down from a possible (likely oncoming) anxiety attack and there's nothing wrong with that, nothing off about it.
...right?
hold it together a little longer, he pleads with himself, breath somehow still steady, sustained. jin ling's hand is a warm, solid weight against his abdomen, one he's desperately trying not to get distracted by as he must maintain composure for this breathing exercise (and for the sheer fact that if he slips, jin ling will notice, which might bring on an unwanted onslaught of questions). admittedly though, he is enjoying the way it feels, their hands following the slow in-out of his breathing. whether it's instinctual or not, sizhui's fingertips gently settle into the slight dips between jin ling's fingers, although he doesn't entwine their hands. that very well might've been over the line, so better safe than sorry.
oh no, he noticed anyway, didn't he? unfortunate as it is, jin ling's tactful enough to not question him, just hushes, does what he's told and the lan disciple couldn't be more appreciative in that moment. once jin ling's got his other hand settled, he swallows thickly, presses his lips tight, hearing honed in on the momentary stutter of his breathing.]
Keep breathing, [he encourages, soft and leveled, unoccupied hand lifting to rest across their hands. please, don't let go.] ...you're doing good, okay? Just a few more.