It hurts to hurt Xichen .It hurts even more that Xichen does nothing against it. Guangyao can't tell if he'd feel better or worse if Xichen were to lash out against him.
He drops his arms to his side, his shoulders slumping, and he sighs deeply. It's not use trying to put up some act like none of this bothers him, but he doesn't think it'd do any good to hide his irritation.
Being trapped here is what's best for him if he doesn't want to die, and Guangyao always wants to live. "Zewu-jun-- Er ge--" He doesn't even know how to address him anymore. It's hard to know what direction to take any of this.
He falls quiet again and wanders into the home, kept neat and clean. He cleans up the papers he'd been painting on--so yes, they're getting use even if only to try and paint the landscape--and begins to make the tea for them both. "I look forward to your visits," he says at length, for lack of something else to talk about in the moment.
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He drops his arms to his side, his shoulders slumping, and he sighs deeply. It's not use trying to put up some act like none of this bothers him, but he doesn't think it'd do any good to hide his irritation.
Being trapped here is what's best for him if he doesn't want to die, and Guangyao always wants to live. "Zewu-jun-- Er ge--" He doesn't even know how to address him anymore. It's hard to know what direction to take any of this.
He falls quiet again and wanders into the home, kept neat and clean. He cleans up the papers he'd been painting on--so yes, they're getting use even if only to try and paint the landscape--and begins to make the tea for them both. "I look forward to your visits," he says at length, for lack of something else to talk about in the moment.