[as soon as jin ling's hand comes in contact, sizhui latches on, doing everything within his power to not let the gesture seem too desperate. he tries, at the very least, but taking jin ling's hand into his own, lacing their fingers together and pressing them palm-to-palm is a lot needier-seeming than he'd expected.
but he doesn't try fighting whenever jin ling shakes his head or looks away, just lets him do what he likes, still tentatively watching despite the possible rudeness of staring. he can't help it, there's a constant, lingering apprehension he'll mess something up by going too far.]
Are you sure? [because they're most certainly holding hands right now.]
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but he doesn't try fighting whenever jin ling shakes his head or looks away, just lets him do what he likes, still tentatively watching despite the possible rudeness of staring. he can't help it, there's a constant, lingering apprehension he'll mess something up by going too far.]
Are you sure? [because they're most certainly holding hands right now.]