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[daozhangs]

( and yet one of the many reasons which xingchen will never tire of remaining here with runyu is just that: it is so simple. one might even call it second nature to do so, to stay beside a dear friend in their time of need. granted, he has had precious few such friends in his lifetime, but that doesn't change the fact that few things are so undeniable as the impossibility of simply abandoning runyu to bear the horrors and injustices of his past alone.

so no, he won't tire of it. he will tire of a great many things here, no doubt - but never this.

and every little ounce of relief he seems to offer to runyu washes over xingchen himself as well, a different sort of relief perhaps but just as palpable. that runyu allowed himself to embrace this vulpine form was a relief. to feel him breathing in time (as best he can, at least) is a relief. then comes that fragile laugh-breath, and that too is a relief.

as for the question, it's one which earns what sounds suspiciously like a chuckle-breath of his own. ) A proper daozhang rarely affords the luxury of a bed, ( he murmurs right back. ) One might be surprised where I'm able to sleep. ( he did sleep in a coffin for nearly three years. and that's putting aside how utterly exhausted he is at this particular juncture. )

[fishfairy]

[ An inevitable strike of thunder brings a jolt down Runyu’s back but he tightens his grip on his furry friend. Allowing himself a further moment of weakness as he recalls his friend’s prior words. He shudders as the lightning follows and yet manages to keep his breath from hitching. Focusing on the details before him.

The rain continues to pound outside his window. ]

It seems discourteous to give you … anything less for your- your generosity.

[ A quaver escapes from his lips and he falls silent, regulating his breathing again. ]