[ That gives Xue Yang pause. It's a question that he's never thought to try to put words to, and the first one that comes to mind sounds so weird that it can't be right.
The struggle comes through on his face a bit as he tries to search through his unpoetic vocabulary to find something that feels like it fits right, but he keeps discarding one option after another. It shouldn't be this hard to just answer the question, right? And yet... he doesn't know. He doesn't know what his answer is, so after a too-long pause, his reply comes out with a hint of a questioning tone in it. ]
You look good like that too.
[ But it's a different "good", and he doesn't know how to wrap his head around what the difference is enough to put it into words. ]
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The struggle comes through on his face a bit as he tries to search through his unpoetic vocabulary to find something that feels like it fits right, but he keeps discarding one option after another. It shouldn't be this hard to just answer the question, right? And yet... he doesn't know. He doesn't know what his answer is, so after a too-long pause, his reply comes out with a hint of a questioning tone in it. ]
You look good like that too.
[ But it's a different "good", and he doesn't know how to wrap his head around what the difference is enough to put it into words. ]