[ Were they thinking along the same lines? Without Shino saying explicitly what's going through his head, it's impossible for either of them to know. His response to those hands on his face, the press of a forehead, and the words right then...
His chest hurts. His chest hurts, and his eyes burn, and he's crying without any sort of pause between relative maudlin calm and heartfelt, sobbing outpouring. He doesn't stay still, either, because he's not sure what to say or how to say it, so when he tries to shove his face into the crook of Shi Qingxuan's neck and burrow into his arms and lap, clinging tight, it's just a garbled mess of unfinished sentences and sentiments. ]
I'm sorry [ and ] I love you [ and ] why not a dog [ as if turning into any one animal is a choice any of them can make. But stress is stress; the fears he feels aren't logical, all tied up in how he said he didn't want to be why he lost Qingxuan because he already knows the world itself can be a reason why. ]
Don't leave.
[ And there's that, too. Something no one can guarantee by mechanisms beyond them, but something one can try to live by under their own power. And even that is not a logical plea, but the compounding of exhaustion and confusion and fears of loneliness and the kindness of those hands and those words and how he doesn't want to let go. ]
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His chest hurts. His chest hurts, and his eyes burn, and he's crying without any sort of pause between relative maudlin calm and heartfelt, sobbing outpouring. He doesn't stay still, either, because he's not sure what to say or how to say it, so when he tries to shove his face into the crook of Shi Qingxuan's neck and burrow into his arms and lap, clinging tight, it's just a garbled mess of unfinished sentences and sentiments. ]
I'm sorry [ and ] I love you [ and ] why not a dog [ as if turning into any one animal is a choice any of them can make. But stress is stress; the fears he feels aren't logical, all tied up in how he said he didn't want to be why he lost Qingxuan because he already knows the world itself can be a reason why. ]
Don't leave.
[ And there's that, too. Something no one can guarantee by mechanisms beyond them, but something one can try to live by under their own power. And even that is not a logical plea, but the compounding of exhaustion and confusion and fears of loneliness and the kindness of those hands and those words and how he doesn't want to let go. ]