[ Old habit dies never. He's so accustomed to feeding her an entire cupboard -- especially after she's worked up an appetite while training, or returned scuffed-up and glowingly triumphant from a rough-and-tumble. Watching her protest, that same nostalgia gusts through Hei, as if they are still on friendly terms -- a loving but sometimes-volatile couple -- and this is just a blip in that friendship. It makes his throat tighten and he becomes aware of how tired he is. Years and years of tired. He isn't old enough to be this tired. ]
[ Her flinch doesn't go unnoticed. Frowning, he sets his cup aside. His voice treads the middle ground between curt and kind. ]
That's one hell of a stomach bug.
[ It's not mockery, though it's shaped like it. More than anything, he wants to touch her. But he's come a long way with regards to mastering his self-control -- or is self-indulgence the better word? ]
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Date: 2015-07-11 11:18 pm (UTC)[ Her flinch doesn't go unnoticed. Frowning, he sets his cup aside. His voice treads the middle ground between curt and kind. ]
That's one hell of a stomach bug.
[ It's not mockery, though it's shaped like it. More than anything, he wants to touch her. But he's come a long way with regards to mastering his self-control -- or is self-indulgence the better word? ]