( He's so very dear, Wen Kexing feels the way his heart stutters upon looking at Zhou Zishu, as though the thing itself wanted to break it's way free from the cage of it's ribs. As though it wanted to come home, to the man before him. Unbidden he ducks closer, presses dry lips to the other man's forehead, sweet, before they find his eyelid and repeat the process, careful, light, longing wedged inside his throat.
When he speaks his voice is softer. )
Am I? ( A beat, and then, the words gusting over Zhou Zishu's cheek. ) If this hadn't have worked, I would have followed you. Zhou Zishu, do you know what you mean to me?
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When he speaks his voice is softer. )
Am I? ( A beat, and then, the words gusting over Zhou Zishu's cheek. ) If this hadn't have worked, I would have followed you. Zhou Zishu, do you know what you mean to me?