( It's hard to disguise the way his expression goes softly vulnerable at the touch, eyes widening a fraction, lips parting on a breath. Zhou Zishu has been kind to him before - he has recalled the embrace in Puppet Manor far too often, furious at himself and still somehow heartsick - but each new instance has his stomach squirming, his heart racing. What a strange thing, to be cared for, to have someone daring enough to scale the walls he places around himself. )
Ah-Xu.
( Soft, soft, his gaze flitting across the other man's face with frantic energy. )
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Ah-Xu.
( Soft, soft, his gaze flitting across the other man's face with frantic energy. )
Were you always this sweet?