so , if you are too tired to speak , sit next to me , because i too , am fluent in silence .
0 ——— fool.
“They had their fill. I only added to it so that 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦,” a pause— Letting that linger for a moment. Almost reluctantly looking back to him properly as the…. Older. Glanced down to the bowl between them. “I wouldn’t be forcing it if you would actually eat. Me. Yang’s kept me informed of the +
fact you haven’t eaten like you should. Asked me if there would be anything I could make that might be more palatable. Seeing our shared homeland.”
Shared past, their history. The similarity in taste due to it. In preference. But none of that needed to really be said, not with how implied it was +
him to keep at least some distance between them. You could never be too careful. Not with them.
“…. They’re dan dan noodles. And everyone else ate the same thing, besides the amount of chili oil in this.”
been coming to Dan Heng about his lack of eating habits.
“Thank you.”
He couldn’t exactly relax. Not yet. Reaching out, he gently nudged the food just a bit closer; lips pressed together as he glanced to the slowly cooling noodles inside, then easily taking one, full and proper, step back for +
with just mentioning the Xianzhou alone.
“…. You need to eat. I would rather not have anyone come across a corpse and need me to monitor you so you don’t lose control once you wake up again. I doubt you would enjoy that experience either.”
Just because I carry it so well doesn't mean it's not heavy.
Not among the Nameless.
Really, it’s only Mr. Yang and himself— Ever since he was left here with them, the roles to keep an eye on the other man had quietly fallen to the two of them, if not mostly the older man just to keep the Express’ Guard safe.
Even then, it’s only been recently where he’s +
