There is a protest on the tip of his tongue. Your sister is dead, Jin Guangyao.
He swallows it.
It hasn't happened for him yet. Qin Su is still alive, still oblivious to ...everything.
He'll not break Jin Guangyao's heart.
"I know. My apologies for overstepping - I did not have any expectations beyond--"
Beyond our usual banter. It stings that for a moment there was that warm, bright familiarity, where they could speak without acknowledging the thing between them, because it was never something either of them could dare to reach for.
(But it was there. It is there. He suspects it always will be.)
"...I did not have any expectations. I know well what can and cannot be."
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He swallows it.
It hasn't happened for him yet. Qin Su is still alive, still oblivious to ...everything.
He'll not break Jin Guangyao's heart.
"I know. My apologies for overstepping - I did not have any expectations beyond--"
Beyond our usual banter. It stings that for a moment there was that warm, bright familiarity, where they could speak without acknowledging the thing between them, because it was never something either of them could dare to reach for.
(But it was there. It is there. He suspects it always will be.)
"...I did not have any expectations. I know well what can and cannot be."