( He props his chin in the palm of his hand, eyeing Zhou Zishu. There's something different about the little dance they do, and it makes something go warm and enchanted in his stomach. Nervous, too. )
I suppose it does.
( A smile, softer than his usual mischievous ones. He's just so glad the other man is here, that they have each other now. )
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I suppose it does.
( A smile, softer than his usual mischievous ones. He's just so glad the other man is here, that they have each other now. )