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[fishfairy]

[ Runyu clenches his hands with another short chuckle, banishing a tear that’s escaped in the tiny confession he’s brought on himself. There is much he hasn’t spoken of and even more that he hasn’t confessed to within his short tale, but telling that has already disturbed his equilibrium. It’s in the stiffness of his shoulders and the spike of pressure in between his brows. Some pressure has eased with the telling but the details underneath once again threaten to strangle his whole being as they have before. Closing his eyes, Runyu can do little but focus on his friend’s words, and the small relief offered there, locking that ominous pain back behind his walls and sentencing himself to another wait because of his weakness. Swallowing, he lifts his head to the warm sunlight above, squinting against the vibrant glare that is so far from his usual domain and passing a few moments in silence. Lowering his gaze with a small shake of his head, he turns to Xingchen and folds one hand behind his back. ]

To be honest, my friend, I’m not surprised. It’s nearly impossible to escape that world or to have any part of its schemes. Even if it’s someone like you who has chosen to put the aesthetic above worldly concerns, or someone who makes an active choice to turn a blind eye to it … Even they can’t walk far enough that its shadow doesn’t reach at least one part of his life.

[ He takes another breath, less labored. ]

That world was my birth and my curse. There was no choice in the matter.

[ He nearly admits to the trials of understanding those rules and the pain hidden underneath all the distance forced upon him, but facing that aspect of his life before his fall brings him too close to the dark truths he’s strangled once more. ]

Forgive me, I’m letting us linger in the winter wilderness. Even if it is warmer today, that’s thoughtless of me.

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( even as runyu makes a solid attempt to seem as unbothered by the topic at hand as humanely possible, there's no subtlety in the tension which courses through every inch of the man walking beside him. as hypocritical as it may be, xingchen can't help but wonder why it is that he's doing this to himself. why he's speaking of things that distress him at a time when he already isn't at his steadiest. and he also can't help but wonder if it wouldn't have been more merciful to allow his prior words to reach the air after all, to assure his friend that it wasn't necessary to reciprocate. that wasn't why xingchen had offered. his own confessions are hardly a debt that courtesy should compel runyu to repay.

(it's not impossible that his friend sincerely wished to share, even as much as it pains him. that option hasn't been discounted. but the worry that runyu is wounding himself over what seems fair at a time like this is too vivid to simply trust such a thing is true.)

then comes the deflection buried in one more layer of courtesy, and xingchen shakes his head. ) We've both allowed it, and we're surely both colder to show for it. ( there's a lighter note of something like humor to it, to lift some of the weight of the topic from runyu's chest. perhaps this way he'll be able to breathe just a little bit easier. and he's walking again, of course, continuing off toward home.

after a couple of steps, ) It seems a bit simpler, perhaps, if we don't fuss with such things as 'fair' at times like these. I share because I don't mind doing so, and because doing so hurts me no more deeply than keeping it to myself. I hope you understand that no debt is owed simply because I've done so. ( a beat, and - ) In truth, I'd prefer such things be out in the open between us rather than knowing you're swallowing down your questions to ruminate over later. One more thing that seems simpler, I suppose.

( one step, then another. considering leaving it there. but, ) There's no need to ask after anything now, of course, if you'd prefer we speak of kinder things. But if anything does come to mind, anything you've wondered over, we have quite a walk ahead of us. ( that would certainly be one way to fill some of it. )

[fishfairy]

[ Runyu looks on as Xingchen takes a few steps ahead and doesn’t rescind releasing him from any further tale. There’s a small reprimand for harming himself under his courteous move but it only serves as a deeper balm to Runyu’s tattered psyche after revealing a facet of the pain strangling the deeper parts of his soul. Although there has been one other who has tried to reach him in this manner, this offer has no expectations attached. No demand even of himself. The weight on his shoulders settles. Releasing a low chuckle, he takes a few strides to catch up.]

I will make tea when we return home.

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( this time, when the other man slows to fall behind, xingchen maintains his steady pace to allow the moment of privacy (or something adjacent to it). and sure enough, runyu catches up with him soon enough, pulling up beside him to keep pace once again.

xingchen offers a little 'welcome back' sort of smile, but otherwise leaves the heavier topic and his concern over runyu's own trouble with it behind them. 'i will make tea when we return home.' ) I can start a fire, as well. ( the fireplace isn't often used, since the house retains heat far better than the coffin house ever did, but this seems like a 'tea by the fire' sort of evening. perhaps that might ease some of the chill out of xingchen's bones. )