[ It’s a fair jab. Given the wedge between them, Xingqiu’s silence on the matter is wise … but that fact doesn’t make Chongyun like it. Frustration tugs at them both, but what can they do? Inaction feels wrong to Chongyun, in the end, and he cannot sit still.
… maybe he can for a moment. He doesn’t move his forehead, which rests on Xingqiu’s shoulder. Even his hand has moved, sliding over Xingqiu’s with a light curl of fingers. Holding, but not threading, unsure if his friend is too annoyed to have them intertwined.
He sighs. It’s a soft noise, but in the quiet of the tunnels it feels weighty to his ear. ]
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… maybe he can for a moment. He doesn’t move his forehead, which rests on Xingqiu’s shoulder. Even his hand has moved, sliding over Xingqiu’s with a light curl of fingers. Holding, but not threading, unsure if his friend is too annoyed to have them intertwined.
He sighs. It’s a soft noise, but in the quiet of the tunnels it feels weighty to his ear. ]
Just don’t get caught in any of the traps.