[this... isn't how he expected their deep-belly breathing to go. spiraling further out of control is the opposite direction they should be going, but it seems like the course the path has taken for now. comparing it to a derailed train seems excessive almost, except it's the only thing he has, and the fact jin ling attempts reaching to put his hand back onto his chest certainly won't help matters any.]
Jin Ling, [sizhui murmurs, firm yet also still lacking actual heat behind the complaint. meanwhile, he does attempt stopping him, moves his unoccupied arm and tries catching his friend's wrist before he can actually feel for his unsteady pulse. funnily enough though, there isn't much oomph behind that, either.]
No, focused on making sure yours doesn't beat like that. [he sighs a breathy laugh.] And I'm fine, alright? Don't worry so much about me.
[exactly why sizhui didn't want to draw further attention to his own rapid heartbeat.]
[ when Sizhui tries to keep his hand away, fighting him, it hurts a little, as if the other doesn't trust him. Jin Ling pulls his hand back, reluctantly, though his eyes narrow. ]
You can't tell me I can't worry about you if you worry about me. That's not how it works, Sizhui.
[ his heart isn't beating any less quickly, now a mingle of his own racing feelings and the panic lacing itself through them. but he can manage it, it's not the first time he's felt this way. Sizhui however, calm, collected Sizhui shouldn't have to feel this way, and he feels bad because it's as if he's at fault for putting it there, somehow. ]
I'll worry. Because you're important to me.
[ it slips out before he can think too much about it. ]
[seeing jin ling's expression crease is already more than enough to make sizhui feel guilty, but the remark following it really seals the deal. he opens his mouth, preparing some pinched, steely answer that dies on his tongue; it tastes bitter and unforgiving because jin ling's right, it isn't fair of him to do that.
he withdraws his arm, settles the elbow between them, lets the hand splay across his ribs right over his heart. still going a million miles a minute, but he focuses on it and rewords his thoughts into something more proper before speaking.]
You— you're important to me, too. [sizhui's admittance comes easier since jin ling's said it first, but what follows is a bit more difficult to say,] Whenever I'm around you, my heart... I can't control it.
Like there's a storm raging in my chest, is the only way I can explain how it feels.
[ he's about to speak more, but he goes entirely quiet as Sizhui speaks up, swallowing lightly the more words he hears. he also feels his face go up in flames, doesn't know what to do with this information suddenly thrown at him. information he's dreamed of hearing for a while and now— what?
he opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, hands coming up and halting mid-air, eyes wide. ]
[oh no, he's said too much, hasn't he? bit late for backpedaling, unfortunately, so sizhui just holds his breath instead, clenches his fingers tight around the fabric of his robes. had they gotten wires crossed? it really did seem like ‘important’ meant something in particular—
his own lips are pressed tight while he waits, patient as ever, attention still shyly turned away until jin ling's hands raise. he blinks, spares them a glance then reaches the hand off his chest and gently touches the arm nearest to him.]
I'm sorry if I've overstepped, but... it's the truth.
[ the wires are crossed but not in the way Sizhui thinks. he tries his best to not flounder, realizes his arms are suspended in the air, and Sizhui touches him and he... he brings his other hand up to lay it on top of Sizhui, completely unaware of what to do but just going with the flow and... and...
his cheeks are hot and he swallows down a lump in his throat and clears it once, twice, takes a breath. his heart is beating a mile a minute and won't stop, so that's easier said than done. when Sizhui speaks again he quickly shakes his head and averts his eyes. ]
You didn't— you haven't overstepped. You couldn't.
[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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Jin Ling, [sizhui murmurs, firm yet also still lacking actual heat behind the complaint. meanwhile, he does attempt stopping him, moves his unoccupied arm and tries catching his friend's wrist before he can actually feel for his unsteady pulse. funnily enough though, there isn't much oomph behind that, either.]
No, focused on making sure yours doesn't beat like that. [he sighs a breathy laugh.] And I'm fine, alright? Don't worry so much about me.
[exactly why sizhui didn't want to draw further attention to his own rapid heartbeat.]
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You can't tell me I can't worry about you if you worry about me. That's not how it works, Sizhui.
[ his heart isn't beating any less quickly, now a mingle of his own racing feelings and the panic lacing itself through them. but he can manage it, it's not the first time he's felt this way. Sizhui however, calm, collected Sizhui shouldn't have to feel this way, and he feels bad because it's as if he's at fault for putting it there, somehow. ]
I'll worry. Because you're important to me.
[ it slips out before he can think too much about it. ]
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he withdraws his arm, settles the elbow between them, lets the hand splay across his ribs right over his heart. still going a million miles a minute, but he focuses on it and rewords his thoughts into something more proper before speaking.]
You— you're important to me, too. [sizhui's admittance comes easier since jin ling's said it first, but what follows is a bit more difficult to say,] Whenever I'm around you, my heart... I can't control it.
Like there's a storm raging in my chest, is the only way I can explain how it feels.
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he opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, hands coming up and halting mid-air, eyes wide. ]
You... you... you just—
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his own lips are pressed tight while he waits, patient as ever, attention still shyly turned away until jin ling's hands raise. he blinks, spares them a glance then reaches the hand off his chest and gently touches the arm nearest to him.]
I'm sorry if I've overstepped, but... it's the truth.
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his cheeks are hot and he swallows down a lump in his throat and clears it once, twice, takes a breath. his heart is beating a mile a minute and won't stop, so that's easier said than done. when Sizhui speaks again he quickly shakes his head and averts his eyes. ]
You didn't— you haven't overstepped. You couldn't.
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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.]