[Xiao Xingchen goes along with Xue Yang's lead. Along the way, he doesn't say a word. But whenever he notices someone even in the distance, he subconsciously draws closer to Xue Yang, still trying to hide.
As he casts a furtive glance at Xue Yang's attempts to catch the snowflakes, one of them catches on his lip at some point, still reddened from the sudden kiss earlier. He thinks about it for a moment before quickly licking it up.
When they arrive at the door, Xiao Xingchen's heart begins to race as it had earlier. He turns to Xue Yang, tense as he thinks of what Xue Yang could have planned ahead of time. At least he doesn't immediately see any ropes or cages as he glances inside...
What he doesn't expect is for Xue Yang to head to the kitchen on his own, doing a simple chore. However, he realizes quickly that this isn't a surprise. The sex isn't enough for Xue Yang, and even keeping him here by force doesn't square with what he told him on that river. He has to keep their entire old routine. Xiao Xingchen really shouldn't indulge him - at least without any prompting - but how can he let things look like this, anyway?
He steps into the kitchen to set the cake box in the refrigerator still without a word, before stepping back out to put some of the things back in their place—in the same place they were when he was living here a while ago. Clothes, folded and in the appropriate drawers; the double bed, made neatly with even the pillows fluffed up some more.
It's funny, he thinks as he tidies up. After everything else he wanted to do was established, he had already thought of a daily life as simple as this, without wandering from place to place. He's told himself many times that Xue Yang knows how to fool him, that he can't discount the possibility that he picked up on Xiao Xingchen's wishes enough to use that against him now, but it would be quite something, if a desire for a simple life like this is what they have in common. The two could not be more different, opposing forces that can't - should not - coexist in this world, and yet...
He sits at the foot of the bed, looking over the room that can be considered the last place he thought of as a home, after not seeing it these past months. Something here really does carry a feeling of inevitability that he wants to ignore.]
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As he casts a furtive glance at Xue Yang's attempts to catch the snowflakes, one of them catches on his lip at some point, still reddened from the sudden kiss earlier. He thinks about it for a moment before quickly licking it up.
When they arrive at the door, Xiao Xingchen's heart begins to race as it had earlier. He turns to Xue Yang, tense as he thinks of what Xue Yang could have planned ahead of time. At least he doesn't immediately see any ropes or cages as he glances inside...
What he doesn't expect is for Xue Yang to head to the kitchen on his own, doing a simple chore. However, he realizes quickly that this isn't a surprise. The sex isn't enough for Xue Yang, and even keeping him here by force doesn't square with what he told him on that river. He has to keep their entire old routine. Xiao Xingchen really shouldn't indulge him - at least without any prompting - but how can he let things look like this, anyway?
He steps into the kitchen to set the cake box in the refrigerator still without a word, before stepping back out to put some of the things back in their place—in the same place they were when he was living here a while ago. Clothes, folded and in the appropriate drawers; the double bed, made neatly with even the pillows fluffed up some more.
It's funny, he thinks as he tidies up. After everything else he wanted to do was established, he had already thought of a daily life as simple as this, without wandering from place to place. He's told himself many times that Xue Yang knows how to fool him, that he can't discount the possibility that he picked up on Xiao Xingchen's wishes enough to use that against him now, but it would be quite something, if a desire for a simple life like this is what they have in common. The two could not be more different, opposing forces that can't - should not - coexist in this world, and yet...
He sits at the foot of the bed, looking over the room that can be considered the last place he thought of as a home, after not seeing it these past months. Something here really does carry a feeling of inevitability that he wants to ignore.]