Xingchen tries not to flinch. Doesn't quite dare to believe the gentleness, the sweetness that the light touch implies.
But it's hard not to, even knowing who it is that's touching him. Talking to him. Saying such sweet things that make his heart ache and hope swell.
And those hands are oddly warm.
'I know I can make you happy.' Xingchen doesn't feel he deserves to be happy. So this is his punishment. He takes another breath, and wills himself to accept it.
After all. If he can help keep Xue Yang from running wild and hurting more people, isn't that a good thing? So what if something happens to him?
Slowly. Hesitantly. Even a little shyly, his hands turn over. Offering to catch at Xue Yang's as he makes his choice. "No more lies, Xue Yang. No more tricks. No more hurting people. Only defend yourself, if you need to. Or call on me, I will stand with you."
wheeeeee!
But it's hard not to, even knowing who it is that's touching him. Talking to him. Saying such sweet things that make his heart ache and hope swell.
And those hands are oddly warm.
'I know I can make you happy.' Xingchen doesn't feel he deserves to be happy. So this is his punishment. He takes another breath, and wills himself to accept it.
After all. If he can help keep Xue Yang from running wild and hurting more people, isn't that a good thing? So what if something happens to him?
Slowly. Hesitantly. Even a little shyly, his hands turn over. Offering to catch at Xue Yang's as he makes his choice. "No more lies, Xue Yang. No more tricks. No more hurting people. Only defend yourself, if you need to. Or call on me, I will stand with you."