[Looking up at him guilelessly, in a completely alien way to the Dan Feng Blade remembers:]
I debased him when we went out because he wasn't being very obedient. He cried a lot. I don't understand why because I did it for him in the first place.
I debased him when we went out because he wasn't being very obedient. He cried a lot. I don't understand why because I did it for him in the first place.
[Jerk.
But Blade will be allowed to loom for a few seconds before there's a quiet sigh from Dan Heng's huddled figure, head raising from where he'd pillowed it atop his arm and knee.]
Didn't I tell you to look in on Jing Yuan?
[His voice is tired, his pallor still pale, and there's just the tiniest hint of irritation and surprisingly, shame about him.]
But Blade will be allowed to loom for a few seconds before there's a quiet sigh from Dan Heng's huddled figure, head raising from where he'd pillowed it atop his arm and knee.]
Didn't I tell you to look in on Jing Yuan?
[His voice is tired, his pallor still pale, and there's just the tiniest hint of irritation and surprisingly, shame about him.]
[Things Blade will notice: the faintest scent of blood lingering about Dan Heng, even though he seems perfectly fine aside from the pallor and the tight grip on his own arm.]
It was not an order. It was a favor. Do not try to tell me you do not care about him.
[He isn't in the mood for lies.]
It was not an order. It was a favor. Do not try to tell me you do not care about him.
[He isn't in the mood for lies.]
[And... there's clear tension in Dan Heng's body language. The faintest trembling. He desperately wants to reach out and touch, but the reason why is only more reason for him to hold back.
He is keenly aware that Blade of all people probably knows better than anyone how he looks when he's vulnerable, thanks to their history.]
What?
He is keenly aware that Blade of all people probably knows better than anyone how he looks when he's vulnerable, thanks to their history.]
What?
[...Of course. Of course.]
...Not anymore. I was healed.
[It's just blood loss, and that's not an injury but the aftermath of one. And his arm... well.]
...Not anymore. I was healed.
[It's just blood loss, and that's not an injury but the aftermath of one. And his arm... well.]
[A tightening of his grip.]
...Yes.
[Why did Blade have to be so prying?]
...Yes.
[Why did Blade have to be so prying?]
As I said I am no longer injured. Once I recover from the bloodloss, I will be fine.
[He lets out a sigh. There is no throwing Blade off the scent, is there?]
It is my fault. I acted with too much haste and too little planning. But what he is doing to Jing Yuan... I cannot abide it.
[He lets out a sigh. There is no throwing Blade off the scent, is there?]
It is my fault. I acted with too much haste and too little planning. But what he is doing to Jing Yuan... I cannot abide it.
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