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[ He doesn't respond to that with anymore more than a huff, brushing his hand gently over Wen Kexing's hair. ]

Are you going to fall asleep?

( A hum, it's nice to be petted. He thinks he might try to get Zhou Zishu to do it more often, a comfort he hadn't known enough of to miss but now craves with an envious hunger. When his hand falls away his eyes are half shut, sleepy and relaxed. )

I had plans, you know. How dare you be the most comfortable place to rest.

( He'd come to pester, after all. )

What if I did, mm? Would you stay?

Yes, of course.

[ As if that was a question that needed answering. Where else would he go? Why would he want to? Of course he'll stay. ]

You're so nice to me.

( It isn't exactly new, there had been a shift in their dynamic at some point. Before coming here Wen Kexing had been too full of his own thoughts to notice it, but now? )

Keep doing it and I might get ideas.

[ His hand pauses ever so briefly before it continues what he had been doing. Wen Kexing's words were laden with innuendo, but he doesn't think Lao Wen is actually capable of doing anything more than just talking big. ]

Would you fight me if I kissed you?

( A hum, the thought idle. The wine he's still holding on to gets tipped into his mouth and he uses the hem of his sleeve to wipe at it when he spills. He's only half looking at Zhou Zishu, eyes lidded and sleepy. )

Not right now, obviously. If I'm going to kiss you it has to be sober enough I can remember it. I'd be furious if I didn't. Especially if you hit me about it. I have to be level-headed enough to steal what I can. That was the plan, but then, the wine.

[ His hand pauses just briefly before he goes back to petting Wen Kexing's hair. ]

Ask me again when you're sober.

[ He says, as if he himself is ever truly sober anymore. ]

Do you promise not to leave if I do? I can take the answer being no, Ah-Xu, but you have to tell me that you won't leave me behind.

( He doesn't think it would go badly, Zhou Zishu certainly has mellowed towards Wen Kexing's overt attention. Or, perhaps his advances have become less sharp the more he himself softened. Either way he thinks there's something. It might not all end in flames. )

[ His Lao Wen, so certain of the answer and asking anyway--no matter that he's wrong. Zhou Zishu's ears burn red, and he carefully turns his mind away from imagining what it might be like to kiss and be kissed by Wen Kexing. ]

I won't go anywhere.

Okay.

( Easy, simple, grin breaking over his face in all it's silly glory. )

When I'm sober then.

[ He brushes his fingertips across t h e high curve of Wen Kexing's cheek, then, a wodsss promise made. ]

I could sleep here. Don't let me.

( Drowzy, almost whiny. He tries to leaver himself up, wobbling, before he goes boneless again. )

You won't be comfortable, you should be comfortable.

( No matter the shape of his lush-like wife. )

Aiya, I drank too much.

I'm perfectly comfortable.

[ He'll just move Wen Kexing properly into position after he falls asleep. It certainly won't be the first time he's done so. ]

Rest, Lao Wen. You need it. It'll be fine. I'll be fine.

You're too comfortable.

( An aimless grumble, like an overtired child. But he resettles easy enough. There's very little wine left in the bottle he clutches and he peers at it suspiciously before that too he abandons, tucked under his arm to avoid the spill. It makes sense to him. )

There's nothing to you, Ah-Xu, so why are you so nice to lay on?

[ Is he this silly when he's drunk too? He hopes not. On Wen Kexing, though, it's endearing, and he sighs even as he rolls his eyes. ]

You're so drunk you'd find even a rocky ground comfortable to sleep on.

A rocky ground isn't as pretty.

( He smiles, grin toothy. )

Nor as much fun company. May I never sleep on the ground again as long as I have Zhou Zishu's knobbly knees to rest upon.

Any more complaints about my knobbly knees will result in you actually sleeping on the ground.

( Hand reaching out to clutch Zhou Zishu by the fabric at his chest. )

Aiya, what a cruel man. I'm being good, I'm being good!

( He heaves out a sigh, rolling his eyes playfully. )

Some husband.

[ He threatens, but he wouldn't actually banish Wen Kexing to the ground. Zishu sighs, petting Wen Kexing's hair again. ]

Sleep it off, Lao Wen.

I want to look at you some more.

( But he is tired, and Zhou Zishu being there is enough that most of his usual hackles are lowered. He blinks a few times, sleepy, more or less already on the cusp as he has been the last while. )

It's nice. ( A yawn. ) Getting to.

You can look your fill in the morning.

[ Especially since Wen Kexing tends to wake earlier than he does. ]

No grousing when you find me doing just that.

( His eyes close, voice drifting quietly. )

If you call me creepy I'll be upset.

You can look as long as you want, Lao Wen.

[ Quiet, matching Wen Kexing's volume. And then, because he can't help himself: ]

Just don't wake me up.

( He makes a noise in response, some exhausted grumble, but whatever dispute he has he doesn't have the energy to put into words. Sleep overtakes him easily, easier than it should to a man like Wen Kexing, but maybe that is Zhou Zishu's influence.

Maybe, just maybe, he feels safe enough around him to actually let go. )

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